

Clash on the DeepOn go their suits like armour to my might, Their second-skin distance them even more, They mount their boards, onto their steeds in flight, For one more attempt to win their war. They wait for the call, the tip of the wave, They pounce, and ride on my brow in triumph, Their thrill liberates from being a slave, And fuels their long-enduring defiance. Yet in their conviction, they fail to see, That they ride for victory in false hope, Their adversary’s will, will be, will be, With whose mighty force they could never cope.Clash on the Deep
In time, I will show what strength I possess,
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The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ,
Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears blot out a Word of it.
and my name isnt samwise. thank god.
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The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ,
Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears blot out a Word of it.
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The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ,
Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears blot out a Word of it.
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- Ricki-nam
Im sure youre just gonna love it here
But...
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