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makes me miss reina every time i see it

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I remember finding it and posting it constantly on the chat, and then I came here and saw it everywhere cause of Reina and it made me happy.

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The Conqueror Worm
By Edgar Allan Poe
Lo! ’t is a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.

Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly—
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Wo!

That motley drama—oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.

But see, amid the mimic rout,
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!—it writhes!—with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.

Out—out are the lights—out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, “Man,”
And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.

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Yes...yes indeed

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NO!

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WARNING! THIS IS MERELY A WARNING TO ALERT YOU TO THE FACT THAT I AM IN FACT WARNING YOU! THIS IS NOT A DRILL I AM IN FACT WARNING YOU THAT I HAVE IN FACT WARNED YOU ABOUT HOW I'VE WARNED YOU!

ALL DEM SPAM O_O

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Dee Dee Dee

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FUCKING EEEEEE FFFFFF GGGGGG HOW I WONDER WHAT YOU ARE.

-Murmur, Twinkle Twinkle, Trains...