Poems from the Ruler
Mild Violence
Given the chance, we have provided the entity paper and writing utensils and have found that they can write, mainly in poetry. Here is a collection we have retrieved.
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My Prussian Blue Devil
Bleeding suns coat your eyes, burn away till it's only sockets.
Hide me in your velvet veil,
Curtains no longer serve me.
Your gnashing equus teeth tear my hair,
Whispering seven truths and lies.
Spilling from your indigo veins.
Drinking my fill, you tell me of meals you ate.
So sweet are the galaxies, a variety of vivacious life.
So bitter are the crumbling stars, tumbling into your throat.
A feast fit for a devil.
I have no stomach for such things.
Gods are more my taste.
Their skulls roll between my teeth.
The crunch of plates.
That is my feast.
Fit for a Ruler, my Prussian blue devil.