by SlakeMoth Wed Oct 17, 2012 6:48 pm
'I met a traveller from an antique land, who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert.
Near them, on the sand, half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown and wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on those lifeless things, the hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings, look on my works, ye Mighty and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.'
Theres nothing noo about you Noobz. Your just one of a very long line of vainglorious no hopers.
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