I play guitar, do some online role playing, listen to a lot of music...Stuff like that.
Stank lagoons with grasping claws a serpent have released/From dungeons of despair and farce to feast on brackish hearts. The walls a tint of crimson fierce speak of vacant names/Beheld by missive magot-pies, prophetic in their crow. In vested misery, thy devils damn thee black/Not all great Neptune's oceans may ever cleanse your robes. For Weyward Sisters guide the hand, the hand that held the scythe/To lands undiscerned in tongue, Cimmerians have roamed.
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