Trol
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| Homid | Ahroun | Children of Gaia |
| Died in battle | ||
With just enough to get by.
Calluses on his hands calluses on his soul
Hard-boiled son of a bitch
Scraping away on the down hill grind.
It's a means to an end, a mean end for most.
Death and domestication ends in shattered hopes
Can't see the hand at the other end of the leash.
Turn and bite.
Turn and bite the hand that bleeds you dry.
Throw yourself a bone, no one else will.
Compromise leads to self-loathing
Money the excrement of labor.
And you don't get to keep shit
Except politics and power trips and a bad breath
down your neck.
I know
For I have toiled in the halls of the mighty
And not received a teardrop in a bucket.
Motherfuck it.
The world doesn't owe me a thing
But you do (Motherfucker).
So crooked when you die they're gonna have to
screw your ass into the ground.
As life slowly unravels
Rise above, extract your life.
Will you look within
Then turn around and bite?
Day by day the mask suffocates your life
Is this any way to live?
No fucking way.
Trol fell on a dreary december evening. A septmate he taunted earlier deservedly tore his entrails out with her claws. His death was as his life was: messy, noisy and most of all: useless.
Trol was een arelaxte klootzak en toch mocht ik hem stiekem. Altijd een grote bek, zich niets van iemand aantrekken en gewoon doorgaan met zijn leven. Als er iemand is die goed kon vechten was hij het wel. Ondanks zijn attitude hadden we wel wat aan hem. Weltrusten Trol, je hebt je strijd gestreden.
- Wildboi "Hornbreaker"
Fun facts:
- The marks of truck tires crossing the "Veluwe" are somehow related to Trol
- His spirit has been claimed by the valkyres like the Get of Fenris. Yes, this means no rest, no circle, just damnation and all. Is this your fault, silly Rayne?
- The bums of Delft can once again sleep safely without fear of someone pouring burning oil over them
- His chainsaw and mask fetish "tweespalt" has gone missing.
- Troll had gotten into fights with 21 individual sept mates, often more then once. He hasn't won any of them.
