I'm satisfied. It's straight,...but it's just so hot, and I'm just so fraustrated.
Look at me! I'm a puffy pink cloud!
We all scribble poetry.
Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood.
To-morrow we embark upon the boundless sea.
There is no fouler fiend than a woman when her mind is bent to evil.