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Pull the pin, bless the fall

my last life was sweet if I recall

rustry dagger twixt my teeth

cutting down the giants tall

mana lost to suck your soul

destroying fortunes as foretold

in the grandest game I'm a modder

watch forgotten drama unfold

uncovering the untold stories

of wrathful men and lustful glories

black ink raining from thy mouth

that calls my written efforts boring

arrows shooting through the sky

making fearful mothers cry

pierce this dragging heart to nothing

if I said it hurt it'd be a lie

for I'm undead, walking possessed

crash the party overdressed

the text beneath me cant be guessed

so I'll leave early, forget the mess

created by exploding fire

held in hand, my daring ire

pull me down into the mire

to keep me from killing my only sire.

My one true desire