Achaean News
Death
Written by: Mischievite Tindr
Date: Tuesday, June 14th, 2011
Addressed to: Everyone
in response to public news post #18771
Death,
a welcoming mate!
Did you need gold to sate?
Well, just go kill some vermin!
Punch rat. It's black? Charmin'...
yeah, Death
Death
comes in all flavours,
some sweet and some savour.
You ever killed kickin'?
Makes it all taste like chicken,
yum! Death
Death
can be misleading
after all, I'm not bleeding.
Hey, there's the sun!
Oh bugger, I'm done --
more Death
Death,
never forgivin',
a shame for us livin'
'cause it makes such a mess,
clutters MARKET, 'Please res!'.
Oh, Death
Death,
good friend of Maya.
In cahoots you two, aren't ya'?
'Getting lonely at Hall?
Grab 'em when they fall!
yours, Death'
Death,
it's all up to Thoth.
Wait, a lisp? Ah, of courth!
Thith explainth such a lot,
you cranky old sot.
Did they beat you at school?
Were you made to play fool?
I can understand why
you would want us to cry
but give it a rest!
(Every word meant in jest!)
Go Death!
RIP,
Tindr
Penned by my hand on the 5th of Phaestian, in the year 569 AF.
Death
Written by: Mischievite Tindr
Date: Tuesday, June 14th, 2011
Addressed to: Everyone
in response to public news post #18771
Death,
a welcoming mate!
Did you need gold to sate?
Well, just go kill some vermin!
Punch rat. It's black? Charmin'...
yeah, Death
Death
comes in all flavours,
some sweet and some savour.
You ever killed kickin'?
Makes it all taste like chicken,
yum! Death
Death
can be misleading
after all, I'm not bleeding.
Hey, there's the sun!
Oh bugger, I'm done --
more Death
Death,
never forgivin',
a shame for us livin'
'cause it makes such a mess,
clutters MARKET, 'Please res!'.
Oh, Death
Death,
good friend of Maya.
In cahoots you two, aren't ya'?
'Getting lonely at Hall?
Grab 'em when they fall!
yours, Death'
Death,
it's all up to Thoth.
Wait, a lisp? Ah, of courth!
Thith explainth such a lot,
you cranky old sot.
Did they beat you at school?
Were you made to play fool?
I can understand why
you would want us to cry
but give it a rest!
(Every word meant in jest!)
Go Death!
RIP,
Tindr
Penned by my hand on the 5th of Phaestian, in the year 569 AF.