Monday, January 6, 1997


'Tis an art. 'Tis a game, that's broken hearts n'tarnished names.

It is the promise of a dragons horde, the truth turned noxious, our brave new lord.

Our perversion, our disease, in our confusion, this web we weave.

It issues forth from leprous jaws and tears at truth with bloodied claws.

- Mike Wood

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