shpace murenes Posted June 5, 2014 Share Posted June 5, 2014 The blood of thousands stain my chain axe skulls hang limply at my side a fathers head my chain axe hacks while a sniveling child cries in the night no one is safe from my bloody storm as I dedicate my self to the great god khorne Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Olis Posted June 6, 2014 Share Posted June 6, 2014 Interesting half-rhymes there, but no reason to remove it. I'd consider poetry just as valid as regular fiction. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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