Funny Addiction
is that the spearman swinging
his weapon to and fro
and is that the giant weeping
down and down he goes
that smile i remember
everytime you kill
that laugh so sinister
when you feel that thrill
are you in hotan the glavie called
buffing and stroking
chasing the so sun abroad
the thoughest of them all
you have me waiting
counting down the time
till i can feel that thrill
now im wiriting this rhyem
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