Standing at his altar
A glimpse of death in his eye
He said his name was balder
But I know that was a lie
Scars on his body
A limp in his legs
His weapon was shoddy
Clothing tied by threads
- Authors: Ethan Mikel St.Amour
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- Finished: October 1st, 2026 21:00
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Comments2
Pretty good start.
'twas Thomas the Tank Engine
The blue tank that could
More real than Jesus
He even found the clitoral hood
He is most mighty
And he does what he should
Thomas the Tank Engine
He's better than The Hood
Might I add this to your fusion poem?
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