Imotali

All girls corrupt like waves of brackish salt
Stolen from the world their youth the delta mix
Lies are told to make them think that it's their fault

Though women try to shield them from the stiffened gault
They are dashed and churned into those bluish bricks
All girls corrupt like waves of brackish salt

A purity they chase as if their ends they think they'll halt
Yet purity escapes and dies along the River Styx
Lies are told to make them think that it's their fault

As girls do age and stiffen up like malt
To be like brick and stone for society's new picks
All girls corrupt like waves of brackish salt
Lies are told to make them think that it's their fault

Bluebirds flit about the garden as I watch
a moment pass in time as I cry
They flit about and sing a song for me
keep company as I sit alone and stare

"What is it like to fly?" I ask the bluebirds
yet ne'er an answer do they ever give
"Stay a moment please?" I ask the bluebirds
yet ne'er a one does ever stay for me

They mustn't understand me, thinks I
as the bluebirds carry on
That's right, they cannot answer so
and yet the bluebirds call

Rage within boils over like Vesuvius
as the bluebirds mock me still
"Answer, damn you!" I do to them so shout
yet still no answer is their's given

A treat! A treat will liken them to me!
I think as I brandish then some bread
Yet eat they do and no answer still is their's
as they mock my gift with silent pecks

Will I never be free? Shall I perish here then?
I think as the songbirds sing their song
"You mock me still, just leave me be!"
I cry as tears do then I shed

But birds know not my prison cell
they know just gardens free
They cannot speak some truth to me
a truth they'll never know

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
I could like Shakespeare pen idyllic lines!
Or is that but a quaint and drawn cliche?
Cliche, archaic, sexist too I find.

When but this hardship ever passes by,
And you and I like lovers ever be,
Will be the day that I release a sigh,
This task complete a payment, it's a fee.

A fee like dowry, no, again that is,
Just slightly gross to treat you like a toy,
That one might buy inside a Target, Iz,
You mean such more than idle trinket joy.

So here I end my heart wrought task I'm done,
No more shall I be needing write, you've won.

In days of old when now was then,
A babe sat keening, bain sidhe's mournful strain,
Within the glade, where naught appeared to sight,
Yet lantern Jack cast shadows in the night.
Both fey and devil, angel too, did spurn,
The one who caused fair Cliodhna's tears to churn.

A babe so spectre thin and gaunt and frail,
A babe so fraught no Danann dare to touch,
Scorned by mortals and heard in frightened tale,
Until fey and devil did claim them such.

A changeling child not changeling born,
Did bring to Medb a heimal warmth,
Still the spectre Erin sits alone and keens,
And at her keen does pause the faerie queen,
At the keen, the keen with echoed thrills,
Through the barrows of the ever still.

And then the day which is but now,
The changeling babe does ever keen,
A babe embraced by deadly ploughs,
And scorned by mortal and the faerie queen.

Court just recessed for lunch after FL State Prosecutors and Defence gave closing arguments. State's closing was fairly strong focusing on the elements of the charges and evidence of testimony. Mark Eiglarsh began his closing very strongly as well however ran out of time after being granted additional time. Failed to cover the elements of the case. Prosecution rebuttal after lunch. Judge denied Eiglarsh's request for more time.

Me and my fiancée are moving to NY cause she got accepted to Tisch's Musical Theatre Writing Program! Bucket list item: kiss a cute girl in Manhattan, almost completed.

I am the weaver of souls, the master of fate
The doorman standing at Hell's awful gate
The visitor that comes when you are in a state
Of pestilential, existential, infinite distrait

But never fear for I am fair
A player bound by wretched rules
The game I play, I say, you can too if you dare
But if you lose, within here you will stay

So I'll arrange the board, don't be bored
For you're soon to meet your end
Cause in my game your ending's all but penned
So sit down and listen to my awful keening chord

You well did try to win this game
But I'm a practiced, well, old fool
None have beat me, you still tried all the same
So this fleece you may not have the precious golden wool

For I am the weaver of souls, the master of fate
The doorman standing at Hell's awful gate
The visitor that comes when you are in a state
To reap your soul and leave the rest in infinite distrait

Ever since Battleye was introduced I've gotten constant issues with contacting servers. Is there any fix? I've changed my MTU, changed the DNS, idfk what else I can do to fix it.

Now you can find and organise Sherpas on Lemmy!

A space for wlw to be wlw (and another fork of a reddit sub)

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