Paul the Abstinence Panther
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« on: July 23, 2010, 04:32:17 pm » |
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The Gatekeeper
My gate, my gate, wherefore hast thou locked thineself unto me? Mayhaps my arcane prod burnt too hot into the souls, Of the weaker-minded fools who dared to gaze upon thee.
Oh gate, my open gate, wherefore art thou now lame? Those power-hungry fools that throw you to the coals, My thirst for you shall always err to tame.
Oh, promising gate, with untold wonders from times and trials old, The unjust tyranny of your gatekeeper has taken its toll, The adventure within always aching to be told.
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