This be Orb. I don't bite. I post a lot of different stuff, but you don't have to bother yourself looking at any of it. Granted, if you're actually reading this, you are planning to look anyway, so go ahead. Just know that I warned you.This be Orb. I don't bite. I post a lot of different stuff, but you don't have to bother yourself looking at any of it. Granted, if you're actually reading this, you are planning to look anyway, so go ahead. Just know that I warned you.How bad/can I/possi/bly be?
I just/wanted/to earn/money.
I was/just fol/lowing/my dream.
I did/n’t mean/to chop/those trees.
Unless/someone/cares a/whole aw/ful lot,
It’s not/going/to get/better/; it’s not.
The Once/-ler did/feel re/morse and/regret,
And we/can’t help/but love/and for/give him.
(I’ve got to write some sonnet lines in my theatre class. Thank Godric, they don’t have to rhyme, or I’d be screwed! But I was listening to Traveling Madness and this immediately was conceived. You’re welcome.)
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