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You wanted something to read so how about a poem
We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us—if at all—not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men. ("The Hollow Men" by TS Eliot. It was written in 1925 but doesn't it fit Dark Souls *perfectly* ?) |
| Run | Name | Amount |
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| Dark Souls III Reverse Boss Order | No Stormruler Yhorm | $10.00 |