Hello~! It's nice someone finally found this kakera, I've been /dying/ to get an opponent for a game.
Nah, not really. In truth, I've been wanting to share some poems with the outside world... What? It gets boring with no visitors.
Many of these poems were constructed at the expense of being an observer for two little worlds. Lambda and Beatrice
did make a large ruckus.
Anyways, see ya! And enjoy these poems! It starved off boredom, after all.
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Your Sin
It's too late now, the birds have crowed
Yet do you know now what you sowed?
The sin you committed, too great of a crime.
Though you haven't yet quite run out of time.
Wrath
The wrath which I carry,
Is not exactly merry.
It's always there, waiting to explode.
Though what's left once gone is similar to a geode.
