Death and she, Life in Death, they throw their dice for the crewShe wins the mariner and he belongs to her nowThen, crew one by oneThey drop down dead, two hundred menShe, she, Life-in-DeathShe lets him live, her chosen one
Forgotten by everyone, even sloppers. Go on, name one dedicated Murasa artist. You can't.
>>50855334yo mama
>>50855390bullshit, my mother's taste isn't that good
>>50855398lol
These are my top three favorites.
>>50855517Who the fuck likes Ichirin?
>>50855551Me.
>>50855506I can smell and feel this picture.
I prefer the Coleridge poem to the Maiden song>Are those her ribs through which the Sun>Did peer, as through a grate?>And is that Woman all her crew?>Is that a Death? and are there two?>Is Death that Woman's mate?>Her lips were red, her looks were free,>Her locks were yellow as gold:>Her skin was as white as leprosy,>The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she,>Who thicks man's blood with cold.
>>50855517>>50855579It is wrong to cheat on your wife, Unzan. Imagine how she will feel if she finds out you are lusting after her friends.
>>50856639At least he's not secretly banging Futo. That would have been a kick in the tits.
Impaled on nails of iceAnd raked with emerald fireThe wife with soul of snowWith steady hands begins to write"I'm still, I need no lifeTo serve on boys and menWhat's mine was yours is deadI take my leave of mortal flesh"
