Morganstern
10-22-2007, 01:18 PM
dunno if anyone saw this thread but pixie linked it in irc:
http://www.tribalwar.com/forums/showthread.php?t=501326&highlight=startername_Spr y
edit: niga beat me sorta
Shit now I feel like a douche, this is what I posted for a cheap laugh....
That's nothing this morning I woke up dead.
To Spry - Memento Mori...and an old favorite...
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And in the words of Aaron from "Titus Andronicu"
LET NOT YOUR SORROW DIE,
THOUGH I AM GONE!
R.I.P.
Damn he was a Vet 2, I feel like my life is in danger.... :cry:
http://www.tribalwar.com/forums/showthread.php?t=501326&highlight=startername_Spr y
edit: niga beat me sorta
Shit now I feel like a douche, this is what I posted for a cheap laugh....
That's nothing this morning I woke up dead.
To Spry - Memento Mori...and an old favorite...
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And in the words of Aaron from "Titus Andronicu"
LET NOT YOUR SORROW DIE,
THOUGH I AM GONE!
R.I.P.
Damn he was a Vet 2, I feel like my life is in danger.... :cry: