Man this song goes on forever, it isn't that good either. Boy I sure make a lot of mistakes. I'm also unattractive.
Once in a while, there comes a time where you have to prove yourself not only as a person, but as a human being. I'm trying to artistically convey myself standing on top of a mountain wearing chainmail and holding tightly to a note that my late great mentor gave me, reading it for the thousandth time, I can't hold in my primal instinct, I begin screaming at the top of my lungs, "Give me freedom, give me peace, give me the will to fight for these the things I believe in." Then I look down upon my enemies, and spit in there faces, then offer them two options, to die by sword or to have their head be exploded to death by run-on sentences. They logically choose death by sword. Their blood fills the rivers that run through the towns where my people live, I stand above them onto of the mountain, holding my sword, then travel onward in search of my destiny. Will I ever find it? Perhaps, perhaps not. Perhaps it is my destiny to forever travel this earth in search of things that don't exist.
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