I’lL TEAR YOU APART!
NO FLESH WILL REMAIN ON YOUR METALLIC BONES, IMP!
I’LL OBLITERATE YOU!
I’lL TEAR YOU APART!
NO FLESH WILL REMAIN ON YOUR METALLIC BONES, IMP!
I’LL OBLITERATE YOU!
DeMoN oR pOnY, wHy ShOulD i CaRe?
yOu DIE lIkE tHe ReSt, YoU hIdEoUs CuR!
I’lL bItE yOu To PiEcEs, WiTh My ExTeNdEd ViSaGe!
aNd SaVoR tHe TaStE aT tHe EnD oF tHiS aDaGe.
askelesh-norn replied to your photoset: NOPE!
You’ll come around, future High Machine Priest.Let me respond in poetry.
Fire burns red
Counterspells are blue
Because you’re Phyrexian
I’LL CUT YOU IN TWO
ThAt Is My GiMmIcK,
yOu SwEeT, BeAuTiFuL KILLER!
YoUr RhYmEs MaKe Me SiCk…
My ScHeMeS aRe As FlUiD aS yOuR BLOOD,
StRuCtUrE, RhYmE, oR ThEmE aLl VaRy,
wHaT mAtTerS iS i’M hEaRd, FrIeNd,
SuMmOn Me, SuMmOn Me, Do It,
SUMMON ME, SUMMON ME.
CALL ON ME.
NOW.