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Post by Admin AJ on Nov 25, 2008 19:18:53 GMT -5
There once was a boy from a temple, His life seemed to be simple, But as he grew older, the temple grew to a smolder, yet he was all the bolder.
he saw many things and did some more, such as the old men telling lore, of which the ladies they long to score, while unknowingly blind, his enemy snuck up from behind, As he barely escaped deaths bind.
He Awoke In Awe and shocked, As it appeared that he had been locked, he stumbled through the halls, wrapped in pain like a shawl, he met not a foe, but a friend, dressed in rivals end.
They Downed many a ship, by deception and trip, as they secretly marched up the foe's front door, as a change of heart appeared among the moor, a rival strong like a boar, who ruined uncountable lives, was here to save them, among the lies.
Tension on the world was searing, as the time to strike was nearing, even though he was absolute he would endure, He was even more unsure, He would not slay, but even let him stay.
There once was a boy from a temple, His life seemed to be simple, But as he grew older, the world grew to a smolder, yet he was all the bolder.
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Post by FourNations93 on Nov 25, 2008 19:20:43 GMT -5
Really amazing poem, Admin Blood! Bravo! =D
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