Aug 22, 17 / Lib 10, 01 20:56 UTC
An Asgardian from East Java ¶
Deek and dree! And I shalt tell thee, not a doxology, only a diegesis of a damned deicide.
A deprehended dissentient, debouched from the dogmatic yet dreadful dystopia dominated by dulciloquent denizens with delitescent destructive delusions of divinity and dacnomaniac deities. In disdain and desperation, the deprehended dissentient wilt even deliberately deceived by the Devil to make a deal, to obtain the diacatholicon for diseases and detestations so that one may desire for debridement and dauntless dignity.
Thou shalt see, the dwelling doloriferous and dormant desiderium for desinent dormition wilt not discarnate the Daedalian dreams, nor wilt the deepest of Dante's dents of doom.
Ohh dear, drop these dull and deranged drivels, shall we? Dying yet still deathly, the distinct deicide was me indeed and you may call me Dark. ;)