

Hell's SymphonyHell's Symphony a poem.Hell's Symphony
Preamble
In a place of prowess, pleasure and pride,
where one shall succeed when one shall try, lies not a life of unremitting glee but a tale of untold misery.
It lies beneath the ash-gray smog, Over a cup of tea and a blend of nog;
it lies betwixt the stoops and crows, in the citys secret: none meant to know.
A kindly old man, whod forgotten his name,
sipped his brew, though bland and gray,
for twas redolent of a life come to pass when he was more than sleepless, dull and crass.
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contests: 1) centaur ---> [link] 2) House MD as a furry ---> [link]
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Expect nothing, and you'll never be disappointed.
^^
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....I Love You, OJ....!
If you'd like to try and hang out next week I'd be up for it.
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This isn't 'Nam, there are rules.
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This isn't 'Nam, there are rules.
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"I'd rather be a crying little pussy than faggie goth kid" - butters leopold scotch
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it is not the size of the dog in the fight, it is the size of the fight in the dog!!!
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