My hands are torn from holding steel
Im a struggler cut and scarred
living just to spite the night
I screamed at gods I cannot slay
no happy end no final stake
just one more war I couldn’t shake
I will carry the pain with a smile
celebrating the victory
of brutality
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.
Been leveling in wow as orc hunter
also signing up for wrestling
I know I will stick to it I have all my faith in it
even on days where I wont feel like it
Its my new cute leveling profession
Already scared lolololol hold me
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
loving the humble beginnings
of pulling too many boars at
once and having to flee in panic
true character development
god blessed me today
brain melted
If you step in beggin
for your life, I don’t barter.
You can try if you like,
find your head on a spike
Cause I know you’ll look good there
I’ll dye your hair red with blood
when you’re dead
Ready your axes
I’m plantin’ my flag on the charts
Open this pit, I see blood,
now I’m swingin’ my shit
Checkin’ my fit, went from a king to a fool
When I want, I made you my slave
Breakin up and bangin shit a fuckin’ barbarian
ice-cold, so at night, watch your bae
And if you’re not careful, I’ll…
Unsheathe my sword, fuck this shit,
Look 'em in the face, chop 'em down
Been tastin blood of all my enemies
/sigh
okay its edgy time were going back to early
2007s again and I don’t care. Im having a moment.
Guess who didnt drink water today 
There are games
that are set up for you to lose.
Don’t play them.
I sometimes remember this meme Saint posted once
He actually replied that to me lol
Hear me, riders of the restless heart!
The weak call us sinners
Let them talk — their tongues
but chains they forged themselves.
We ride with honor, bound not by fear,
but by the codes we chose.
If guilt cuts us, we bleed wisdom.
If doubt shadows us, we burn brighter.
For every stumble, we rise twice
once as warriors, once as kings.
Raise your hearts high, for within us
no storm is stronger than our will.
In us, the saint and the sinner
march under one banner
And that banner bears a single word: Mastery.
You can lie to anyone in this whole world
except one person that you should never lie to.
You never lie to yourself. Never.
Once you do that, you’re out of your mind.
“How much do I care about doing this thing? If tomorrow I would be told I can no longer participate in this activity or achieve this goal any longer, would I feel sad? Would my life be spent more meaningfully afterwards?”
Shan-Uzal kept no friends,
there were only those be could use
and those he destroyed.
Katash´s devotion
to his leader was unquestionable.
Still, he was only human.
And Uzal was not one for sentiment.
And yet…. He would not let this life go easily.
