RE: Terrible Poetry
06-04-2015, 06:25 PM
Lord Linear lives without love nor jealousy | in both directions of his realm | though infinite, it lacks variety | and that remains his desire, | to perturbate the unending calm | yet still to stand Lord of his society | and to see the rulers on a pyre | burning, burning, malignancy.
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So very British / But then again | People are machines Machines are people | Oh hai there | There's no time
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Superhero 1920s noir | Multigenre Half-Life | Changing the future | Command line interface
Tu ventire felix? | Clockwork for eternity | Explosions in spacetime