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This for you.This is for you,Frost.This for you. by Ziegrand
The great factory of life made you unique.
It pressed all your cogs and bolt to the mold.
Made your hands fold, fingers cold.
So that you could grow, now I wish you continue to mould.
We met on a street, oh how that was descreet, and somehow pretty neat.
How you walked past the people and crowd, latched on that one, remember? How you tackled and hugged, almost tripped over.
Remember how you did you greet me? With a glare and snort, and I thought. "Whoa that one is short."
Snort, that is part of your character, I know you are sad, and mad to life. You are not brokendown toy of the factory, trust me you are mandatory to many, to keep them going, they want to see you growing. Molding, drawing, snorting, clinging.
You are like a cling-on. But it does not mean you need anyone to survive, you are strong and bendy, and sometimes kinda nerdy, but you are not corny.
Your thoughts are unique, their trail is not made by ants there is no planning or path, they are free an
Oh, Queen of Dark and Damp.Oh, how the hot smoke lingered in the air.Oh, Queen of Dark and Damp. by Ziegrand
Oh, how the steam of your body licked my senses.
Oh, how that sweat of your' tasted on my tongue.
Oh, how I would never forget how you moved on your domain, oh Queen of of the Dark and Damp.
Oh, how they whispered ill and lies about your presence, slandered your skin with their forked tongues.
Oh, Queen of the Dark and Damp, do not cry, pay no heed to their whispers.
Oh, how could I say this more better, how could I make it pure as white?
Oh, did I scare you my little Queen, did my words hurt you? Did they trick you?
Oh my Queen do not run away, I am loyal.. I am willing.
To do this task for you..
Oh, my queen.. Why did you wither and disapear. Who would I servant of Dark and Damp.. Pray now?