This is a world, a land, a creation...
Where only death's shroud will be worthy of my life,
And all that touches my blade will immediately perish.
A contest entry
- Kicking The Wall by Dalaney.
1000 points, ended April 7, 2008, 18 entries
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Comments
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Personally I think any cop who happened by would take one look at your katana and walk away, whistling, thinking how fluffy the clouds looked.
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the police would have caught you in the amount of time it took to write this...
if all graffiti read this well, all walls would be covered. Love, Lane
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This is mighty dark and deep - even kind of threatening in a way. Like telling those who do not belong here to keep away - a turf war perhaps?
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