Saturday, August 14, 2010

Mount And Blade Unit Limit

Le Mans

Corsa magical perfect
yes I know but you can never stop

now reached the point of no return
not probe the inscrutable
where jamming gear?

At a victory palm to palm in his beak
remain

feel equal to that engine on that finish line and
s'ingrippa stride?

Odo metal sounds
odor of burnt oil
pilot navigator
electronics crashed
industrial espionage.

Or the race has stopped
checkered flag
setback to the reigning
hoarse voice on the tower being in

of a diagonal of a horse or donkey?

From riches to rags
from corn sugar
bridle but I run wild in crazy wind

mane rebel red coat you can not tame it.

My number is ten
the beloved captain
you betray me as food fairs
greedy guerrilla
though I am the commander and
you a photocopy.

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