My First Entry:
My Second Entry(I couldn't decide on style so I made two, you said multiple entries where acceptable by PM):
ιηƒιηιтє. wrote:Will enter after I finish commissions and gift art~
The Gazette wrote:The marble wall is highly covered in dirt
A pain like I have been beaten up won't release me
Imperfection peeked through in large quantity
Expression swallowed in perfection
I who sings black again. I who dyes black again.
Insult that smashed my head many times
Let's send a gallows in the
last scene which you hope for.
Don't hush up a mistake.
Take responsibility.
Your whereabouts which I can't see yet,
something I can't know is that what
you show off is only the surface
What sold off is forgery of thought
Without any uneasiness you approach again
Can you hear the counting song of pain, baby?
The president.
[I want to scatter your face.]
Depicting the answer reflected in your eyes
[I want to scatter your trick]
Can you hear the counting song of pain, baby?
The president.
[I want to scatter your excuse.]
The black day still won't fade
A prosecute. Your luck will run out someday.
The Gazette wrote:The marble wall is highly covered in dirt
A pain like I have been beaten up won't release me
Imperfection peeked through in large quantity
Expression swallowed in perfection
I who sings black again. I who dyes black again.
Insult that smashed my head many times
Let's send a gallows in the
last scene which you hope for.
Don't hush up a mistake.
Take responsibility.
Your whereabouts which I can't see yet,
something I can't know is that what
you show off is only the surface
What sold off is forgery of thought
Without any uneasiness you approach again
Can you hear the counting song of pain, baby?
The president.
[I want to scatter your face.]
Depicting the answer reflected in your eyes
[I want to scatter your trick]
Can you hear the counting song of pain, baby?
The president.
[I want to scatter your excuse.]
The black day still won't fade
A prosecute. Your luck will run out someday.
Sany wrote:I'm going to try something for this...
This will stay open until you have enough entries, right?
The Gazette wrote:The marble wall is highly covered in dirt
A pain like I have been beaten up won't release me
Imperfection peeked through in large quantity
Expression swallowed in perfection
I who sings black again. I who dyes black again.
Insult that smashed my head many times
Let's send a gallows in the
last scene which you hope for.
Don't hush up a mistake.
Take responsibility.
Your whereabouts which I can't see yet,
something I can't know is that what
you show off is only the surface
What sold off is forgery of thought
Without any uneasiness you approach again
Can you hear the counting song of pain, baby?
The president.
[I want to scatter your face.]
Depicting the answer reflected in your eyes
[I want to scatter your trick]
Can you hear the counting song of pain, baby?
The president.
[I want to scatter your excuse.]
The black day still won't fade
A prosecute. Your luck will run out someday.
Important Notice!! wrote:Hello everyone!
It seems I am back at it
again on Elde!
I have missed a lot and
now have 54 wishlist pages
missing from my collection,
I'd love to trade spares and
CS for them! Shoot me a pm
to work out CS x
Sarcophilus Harrisii wrote:Marking.'
Starting on Fenris' wolf form.
You said that picture was without his shackels, do want them on these?
The Gazette wrote:The marble wall is highly covered in dirt
A pain like I have been beaten up won't release me
Imperfection peeked through in large quantity
Expression swallowed in perfection
I who sings black again. I who dyes black again.
Insult that smashed my head many times
Let's send a gallows in the
last scene which you hope for.
Don't hush up a mistake.
Take responsibility.
Your whereabouts which I can't see yet,
something I can't know is that what
you show off is only the surface
What sold off is forgery of thought
Without any uneasiness you approach again
Can you hear the counting song of pain, baby?
The president.
[I want to scatter your face.]
Depicting the answer reflected in your eyes
[I want to scatter your trick]
Can you hear the counting song of pain, baby?
The president.
[I want to scatter your excuse.]
The black day still won't fade
A prosecute. Your luck will run out someday.
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