fickle forge

[thujone]

struggle, esoteric soul;
the weight upon our backs.
whether lead or wine divined
blazing fire or circumspect.

blades we draw across the sand,
dull the gloss and cull the edge.
brine froths forth to hasten rust,
these arms in faith have lost all trust.

free the scabbard,
loose the shield,
cast the armour ever clear.

spite redemption with all our might;
swing the sword at order
and earn eternity or break without fear.

 

[New]

Powerful stuff man. Good show as always.

 

[thujone]

thx i dont remember writing this

 

[ControlDenied]

lol. so you back in hellafax thujone?
wana be frriends again you selfish cunt?