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Please we both know when it comes to the destruction you are a rank amateur next to me.
“I am the original dark lord you are like the sorcerers apprentice.”


Just to save time this basically sums up the coming debate and in this case you are Hitler.

Also wondering how long it takes @Lady_Eva to make some sarcastic remark on the fact she is going to be getting trolled in the coming weeks because of a joke.

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Wot? Am confused. :smiley:

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Best ending to a sentence ever! :slight_smile:

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I tagged you and everything did you not even notice. I thought the continuing joke would raise an eyebrow at least.

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I can’t see any @'s from you, this is going completely over my head, sorry! :blush:

I think there has been a system error or did I really screw up @ ing someone.

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Lmao
Bruh
You are so far up my nuts I should call you Bond…Gold bond

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:rofl: Oh okay, well you know the importance of comfy underwear cannot be emphasised enough in magick. :smiley:

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And wtf are Pantras? Underwear sigils?

:rofl:

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Bruh
Darth Vader and the empire slaughtered planets you couldn’t even take over half a planet.

Calling me gold is quite fitting because I am the gold standard in magick and I can’t say your nuts are very impressive I got a microscope and still can’t fucking find them. :laughing: :rofl:

Eva made the joke first I just ran with it.

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…i think this god of death is going back to sleep now

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Wake me in about 3 years

I moved the rap so as to not confuse anyone who just catches a few posts out of context: BALG rap allstars :star_struck:

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Thank you

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That moment when we all rap so bad it has to be pushed into a hidden corner and eventually buried :rofl: I promise my poetry is much much better than my raps.

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Pretty sure thats not true there Shakespeare

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The golden Creed shining light ’neath the halls

Of silver bright paid in blood, misers

Hands to change, yet all the same show the walls

To keep the peasant out, early risers

To toil for the scrap of bread and mead soiled

By the Creed for the lords of the high keep

The people under foot grow to a boil

Stricken with hunger for the light that seeps

From beneath the halls of silver laid bright

The lords of the high keep do the whips crack

Tables turned and shackles do now bind tight

Lords turned peasant, stricken now to the rack

The cycle turns the Creed lives on in heart

Blackened by lust for the dragons great trap

To take for the hollowed empty heart

Spelling doom for man and beast, darkness wraps

The world in the claws of the golden Creed

To no end in sight for the Creed of Greed.


Iambic pentameter as well. Shakespeare was rather fond of it and so am I in fact. (Yes I am using this as an excuse to show off because I feel like and am proud of myself.)

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@Lady_Eva look, Nemesis gave you something to read

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Forum posts publish
Pixels, in ectoplasm
Speak in haste, yet depth

Haiku is where its at, bitches. :japanese_castle:

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Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Existence is suffering,
Lets all die soon

Ayyylmao Im a poet

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