A battle verse for SplitPersonalities.com
Story behind the song
Well, one day I was walking in the woods of my backyard in beautiful but untamed woods of Northern Maine, when I saw a flash of white light behind a giant, grizzled oak of some ancient origin. As the light appeared closer, I realized it was a wood fairy, fair and clear in complexion, with rosy red cheeks and enormous breasts. Her buttocks were taut, as if to pull themselves from their treasure trove. Her namewas Gregoria. Being nothing but a savage boy of the wild woods of the White Mountains however, I could only reply with a grunt. It was then that I felt a a ribbon of sweat on my brow and a pulsing in my extremities. Before another word could be said I dropped my rifle (I had been hunting rabbit on that fine, brisk day)and proceeded to unbutton my trousers for an intense romp. It was then that Gregoria unveiled a stumpish, ungodly tumor of flesh that almost curdles my blood to this day. Thankfully, I have written a song about it, which also serves as an oath to nature and fulfillment of my promise never to defile it...without at least a blood sacrifice to follow.
