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[With thanks to Kingofcretins for the inspiration]
My senses scream, pouring fire into my veins. The unbearable pain of a thirst that can never be quenched. This is worse than ten thousand hells and all the torment I could wreak upon my foes. No mortal could withstand? It is the outer garment. I am aware of this. And yet my tongue yearns to scream out the terrible, beautiful words.
Illyria raised the pom-poms stiffly and began to cheer in a flat, shy voice.
"I conquer worlds, I slaughter hordes
My face does mortal foes dismay
But I am helpless in his thrall
That perfect human, my RJ."
My senses scream, pouring fire into my veins. The unbearable pain of a thirst that can never be quenched. This is worse than ten thousand hells and all the torment I could wreak upon my foes. No mortal could withstand? It is the outer garment. I am aware of this. And yet my tongue yearns to scream out the terrible, beautiful words.
Illyria raised the pom-poms stiffly and began to cheer in a flat, shy voice.
"I conquer worlds, I slaughter hordes
My face does mortal foes dismay
But I am helpless in his thrall
That perfect human, my RJ."
