One two three four,
Which of you will open the door?
Five six seven eight,
This door I've come to hate.
Eight among you stand
fast and bound
to your precious morals
but without a land
to call your own,
You're doomed
I'm sure you've found.
Batman said it best
We either die a hero
Or turn out like the rest.
Zeke, M, and Sages of old,
All gone, our tutors dead.
And yet, we make no dent
Still they walk, the Red
And the beasts,
and the fears that lead them.
The Faceless, the Beast,
The Angel, and the FEAST,
The Lonely, and the Height,
The City, and the Right,
The Forgotten, and the Unknown.
Each with their Army,
And us ants before them.
This is why we run
home to our mommy
and to our daddy
But who protects us now?
Who will keep us from the night?
From the demons
We must fight?
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I'm still Alive by the way. A little less than More. No longer in control. Not for more than ONce in a while. Just checking in on y'all. Making Sure you're all alive. Still Treating each othER with respect i hope. I'll read each thiNg in due tiME.
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I'm sorry. Linux is being blatantly obvious. I suppose I should give him somewhat more time.
That first draft is quite out of date by now. I suspect that several of the eight have already been broken, killed, or lost. It shall remain the same in that aspect nevertheless.
