Arm Wrestling

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Arm Wrestling

Post by Postmaster » 18 Aug 2019 02:31

Originally posted by Zillian

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Take a little walk to the edge of town
and go along the dock...
Where the sailing ships loom
like ol birds of doom
as they creak and rock...
Where hatreds hide far from battles' fires
and the funeral pyres...
Don't you know you're always coming back...
Past the Priest, past the Witch
Past the Ruins, past the Wrack...
Before clamouring crowds sits
some dark-chucklin' man
at a sweat-spattered crate with
a red right hand...

Hand-in-hand, disarmed,
lose yourself again -- its a good ploy...
Here the Wars seem like a dream,
look past the lifetimes they've destroyed...
You reach out in that hole
so your elbows roll
and there won't be a single thing that you won't do...
Be the God, be the Fan,
Be the Most, be the Gimp too...
They're betting on your names
while war rages cross the lands
and drippin on the crate
are your red right hands...

You don't have no money?
you lost a ton...
You don't have no scar?
you fought for 'fun'...
You leave with no self-respect
you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry cully
'Cause here they come
From the betting on the sideshow
in the Boar's Head with its scum...
Your shadow is cast on their backs where they stand
blade of green vengeance in your
red right hand...

He sees you in your nightmares     ,--'"'`--.
He sees you in your dreams        ;          :
He'll appear out of shadow and    :  _    _  ;
He ain't what he seems            : ( )  ( ) :
Keeper styled undead              ::   '`   :;
pulls strings behind scenes        !:      :!
Hey cully, I'm warning you         `:`++++';'
he calls your shots                  `....'
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a Wiz, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
In his Interaction plan
Designed and directed by
his dead right hand

...found scratched in the rock of Wild Harvey's Cave...

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