Khan journal //

just random things from another asshole online

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/starts shouting from the edge of the cliff

I DEMAND THE GODS
TO LET ME POST LINKS FINALLY!

/slash jumps off

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What gods?

Ask the Greek gods, maybe they will


‎I am the greatest of kings
Wise in council
Terrible in battle
No knight can withstand
the onslaught of my sons
No king can match
my matchless strategy

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What stage are you on with Khan?

stage 4

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anyways orcs

been making love to this journal fr

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Body Shifting

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tonight I have let go of my fear
mark this as the night I have allowed
the worst mixed within the greatest
to unfold upon this world

No hesitation
I have let go of that tonight
Thank you god

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Heavy big ass Berserk sword baby

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The blade I swing black as night
bears burden of many lives
I lent it to anyone willing
to pay the price

But there I was on battleground
Until I felt the jaws of death

Now I lie in my own blood
And strangers cry for me

I’m prepared to meet the gods
I wished they’d let me be
I don’t deserve their sympathy
I know who I am

My soul - death and misery
I am an evil man

Show no sympathy
Shed no tears for me
I know who I am
I am an evil man

This is very very cool!!! Is it you?

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This guy is ripped and still the sword looks heavy to move around I wonder about the weight.

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What happened to Spartan, Iron, and another one before them (forgot the name)?

i don’t need you anymore,
but you were something i miss,
and everything i was
is what you put me through

she just cut my name up on her wrist,
now tell mе who to blame?

now we speak on and off
But I know when you bleed, it’s serenity
i know when i fade away, you’ll remember me

Heed my words, Struggler.
Soon a reign of blood, the likes of which you cannot imagine shall fall down upon you. It will be a storm of death. Struggle, endure, contend for that alone is the sword of the one who defies death.

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thank you god for giving me peace and strength

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I am the one whose
mother named him Haidar,
a lion with mighty roar
and a fierce warrior

my arms strong and powerful
my presence in forests dreadful

to the enemies, I’m like
the howling wind
with my sword’s strike
their fate is thinned

I strike of the ones unkind
I struck the wicked warrior
who dared to fight

Whoever abandons truth
their end is in sight
I won’t hesitate to kill 7 or 10
For all of them are wicked,
the sons of sin

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loving the humble beginnings
of pulling too many boars at
once and having to flee in panic
true character development