Archimedes,
Mr. Mr. Priestly man, will not leave his sleezy land.

Molotov,
Mr. Mr. forest lubber can't ever seem to find his rubber. Now that he
hid from me, his children's corpses I will float out to sea.

Stee,
Little little teamer, I shall turn into my meade creamer.

Charlotte,
Pretty pretty clean and mean, a heart so vivacious will be oh so
delicious.

and my best friend of all... Angelina,
So conceited, so misled, she means well, but I'll see you in hell.

Just thought I'd share my affection as well.

The Dark Angel

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Chronos, in the year 288 AF.