aliasAerie, badmin, insert profanity
pronounsShe/They
148written posts
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sometimes we ball, sometimes we fall.
hear ye, hear ye—the king is dead shed no tears, peasants, for you have killed him you lack vigor and you lay with vice he has died with your sins; shall we call him christ?
no mortal nor devil may understand his burden the church asks you why and your forked tongue answers "please, father, i'm starving. this seems quite hateful." so the church says to you: ungrateful, ungrateful!
hear ye, hear ye—the king is dead but worry not, children; your soul may be saved in communion, we may rise so come forth, peasant, and submit your tithe
next prompt: the villain did nothing wrong
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