Blade-Song

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pyro
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Thu Sep 08, 2011 4:39 am
pyro says... · Thu Sep 08, 2011 4:39 am
Sing to me,
My sweet, sweet blade,
And tell me of
Calm Death's fair trade.

Paint me a picture,
A splatter of red,
Take me away
From what they've said.

Cutting words,
Slicing deep--
The pain you've sown,
I now must reap.
"Beer is living proof that God loves us, and wants us to be happy." Benjamin Franklin
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That's just what translation is, I think. That's all speaking is. Listening to the other and trying to see past your own biases to glimpse what they're trying to say. Showing yourself to the world, and hoping someone else understands.
— Ramy (Babel by R. F. Kuang)