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How does it pain me,
to feel the weight of times.
Burdening my shoulders,
draining the last of my strength.

How does it pain me,
to watch as good men walk away.
Their untimely deaths,
in wars for lords of the false.

How does it pain me,
to have to fight the burning winds.
Stand on my own,
against the unwavering foe.

How does it pain me,
to drink the blood of fallen men.
Flooding the soil,
where I was once long ago born.

How does it pain me,
to know that my time has not yet to come.
For I am not worthy,
of anyone's time to be put to rest.

How does it pain me,
to be but a tree lamenting.

Pretty good actually

You didn't get inspiration from anywhere else?

the_king_is_dead.ogg from recent Wesnoth releases.

Wow. This one was the easiest to understand by far.

It made me and

Jesus Fatherfucking Christ.

It didn't take you six months to comment this time.


edit: It's easier to understand because it's 100 % narrative, 0 % reflective. Not saying that the rest are 100 % reflective, just that sometimes even the smallest piece of reflection can be tough on a yank* brain.


*The "Finn-yank", though you knew that already.

So I'm late to the party, but congratulations on the fine work nonetheless.

I shall check these verses from time to time and keep posting, and no one will care (won't keep me from posting).

No one cares about anything.

Aww don't get so emo. I know your national sport is suicide but still, you're supposed to kick ass.

My national sport is combination of head banging and death metal growling.

Starting with you.