Just let me grasp you, Just once, Please, Please, Sandman, do I fill you with dread? -Free me from this night's toil- Will you take my eyes to your iron nest? Let them bleed and fall, Into the mouths
Purple blots appear on the horizon, A woman cries on a mat, A man breaks their fist on a tree I peer through the looking glass, Abbey lubbers patrol the ruins now, They hum a peculiar tune: “Punish,
Here is some viscous mockery insults for DND, feel free to use! Zombies have more wit than you. Beholders are much more pleasant than you. Intellectual devourers can’t even sense you, I think you sho
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