By the devil's tail
My story doesn't start from the beginning
See , i was dead from the gauls throbbing
I felt life dissipate , my heart conjured to its grave and my mind fell into a blank
Now,being my wake, i will soak what i have been permitted to remember in black ink.
So i met with him, the old man from uganda
A brute of war with tales of wonder
His skin chapped like an old graveyard bench
Bitter breath escaping his lips, a stench.
Fear watered his inflamed eyes , pride reverted on his tongue.
I listened to him speak with a broken echo from his lung.
“Hark ye son” he said, his voice vibrating like the old 3310
“I have been here back and forth
But in this equinox, i guess it's my fourth
My slumber is perturbed, who dare summons me here!”
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