Draco
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Post by Draco on Dec 11, 2006 18:07:53 GMT -5
Why are you here I quesion, For oe imple reason I now stand pon my land, King of my lair. Between The building I stand, filled with anger and hatred,
I now stand Onrotted grass and pavement, I shall call this land
Rubble Alley
For it looks Like
the Walls Of apartments crumble beside making Homes, While water drips into puddles and pavement is is torn, ripped and thrown. grass is here an there. While Th eShutter of the Wind Howls through A dumpster. Bleak has it might seem, danger grows pon it for Knives, and other trash are thrown 'Pon the ground.The mudd Is here.
This is My Land, Not Yours so back down, and I won't Snapp.
Rubble Valley
the Walls Of apartments crumble beside making Homes, While water drips into puddles and pavement is is torn, ripped and thrown. grass is here an there. While Th eShutter of the Wind Howls through A dumpster. Bleak has it might seem, danger grows pon it for Knives, and other trash are thrown 'Pon the ground.The mudd Is here.
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