Troll
I've travelled the world in fifty days
I have pissed on every parade
my mind is bent
my fingers are numb
I will fight on with my thumbs
from place to place I roam
while never leaving home
A lone wolf in the dark
A lonely wall to leave my mark
as each day passes by
twiddling thumbs to pass the time
I've an excuse for every occasion
I've the story of my reputation
but as I slowly decay
my brain is rotting away
I can feel it each day
just another breath away
a pack of fools at my side
each night I prey
my gods are with me
or so they say
I lie awake each night
counting fights
on a bed of blood
it's all I deserve
for nothing I say
has any worth
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