Lurn's ISO list

-Cow armor/boots, can trade hrs or cow helm
-corrupted shako
-deaths advance
-druid prime
-druid sojs

trading HRs or lmk what you need
i have ft:
451 pdsc divine charm
divine sapphire

I've got Death's Advance for an HR. What -res is more important for your build?

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Originally Posted by LordManhammer

I've got Death's Advance for an HR. What -res is more important for your build?

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messaged ingame

Hola, Holana

Telling me this
And telling me that
You said once you take me with you, I'll never go back
Now I got a lesson that I want to teach ya
Ima show you that where you from don't matter to me
She said "Hola, ¿Cómo estás?, she said "Konnichiwa"
She said "Pardon my French", I said "Bonjour Madame"
Then she said "Sak pase" and I said "N'ap boule"
No matter where I go, you know I love 'em all
She said "Hola, ¿Como estás, she said "Konnichiwa"
She said "Pardon my French", I said "Bonjour Madame"
Then she said "Sak pase" and I said "N'ap boule"
No matter where I go you know I love them all

African American for sho
I told her baby come and rock a rodeo
Every time I come around man, I go for broke
She gives me desktop til I overload
Now baby you gon go where you 'posed to go
'Cause I ain't got time for you every day
She said she got a man keep it on the low
I said he don't speak English, fuck he gon say (aye)

Telling me this
And telling me that
You said once you take me with you, I'll never go back
Now I got a lesson that I want to teach ya
Ima show you that where you from don't matter to me
She said "Hola, ¿Cómo estás?, she said "Konnichiwa"
She said "Pardon my French", I said "Bonjour Madame"
Then she said "Sak pase" and I said "N'ap boule"
No matter where I go, you know I love 'em all
She said "Hola, ¿Como estás, she said "Konnichiwa"
She said "Pardon my French", I said "Bonjour Madame"
Then she said "Sak pase" and I said "N'ap boule"
No matter where I go you know I love them all

She from Africa but she fucks me like she Haitian
Ass black, but them eyes looking Asian
I gave her the can in Kansas
I got it on tape, she on candid camera
OKC I forgot we met in Oklahoma
I use to smoke Regina, she from Arizona
Then I met a girl in Cali I never disowned her
She got that high grade
Her weave come with diplomas, I want her
But she keep

Telling me this
And telling me that
You said once you take me with you, I'll never go back
Now I got a lesson that I want to teach ya
Ima show you that where you from don't matter to me
She said "Hola, ¿Cómo estás?, she said "Konnichiwa"
She said "Pardon my French", I said "Bonjour Madame"
And she said "Sak pase" and I said "N'ap boule"
No matter where I go, you know I love 'em all
She said "Hola, ¿Como estás, she said "Konnichiwa"
She said "Pardon my French", I said "Bonjour Madame"
And she said "Sak pase" and I said "N'ap boule"
No matter where I go you know I love them all
She said "Hola, ¿Como estás, she said "Konnichiwa"
She said "Pardon my French", I said "Bonjour Madame"
And she said "Sak pase" and I said "N'ap boule"
No matter where I go you know I love them all
She said "Hola, ¿Como estás, she said "Konnichiwa"
She said "Pardon my French", I said "Bonjour Madame"
And she said "Sak pase" and I said "N'ap boule"
No matter where I go you know I love them all



Read more: Kent Jones - Don't Mind [Explicit] Lyrics | MetroLyrics

4. Fathom Infinite Depth


There is a pit I may have dug within one single frozen moment.
In it lurks a haunting endless multitude of vile incarnate.
We now are linked,I have become it's counter-part,
Its mindless pawn.
Relentlessly racing encircling curse.
Blistering, this unrelenting becoming to excavate
The rancid soil that lay upon the artifact.

Why is my hand gone?

Constant begging, Pleading, Screaming.
I attempt to reason with the recess.
Fusing with the elder's vision, to see as it sees.
Does it hear me? For I now hear it.
This pit the past, and I the present.
Deep behind my eyes we merge as one.
This tunnel is the retina of the Ancients eye.
Spewing forth from it's dark chasm
The entangled,deranged,Constant vile constructs of the onyx.
What lay beneath my eyes, exhumed from evermore.
Our minds unable to measure
How minute yet immense the grasp of this vacuous gash.

Excavating the pits innards
Bore an object that of which I craved possession.
Slime,Reflective.
I reach down to grab it, It eats my hand.
Leaves my limb dripping.
A taste of what awaits.

I will take it to my casket, this incessant mesh of madness.
My son and wife, and hand, and mind have left me
Incineration of my sanity leading me closer to death,
Yet I must illuminate its fathomless depth.

Emanating forces from this unearthly twisted retinal orifice,
Drag me down at night to reveal
The awful dwellings of it's depths below.
Crepuscular visions of vastness haunting me.
Trapping me. Taunting me. Draining me.
Slithering liquid breathing.
Black ooze leaking from my wounded limb.
Insatiable, it's gluttony to be fed.

I want to wake up.

I awake to find I'm staring
Oblivious into the pit that I have dug.
Revolted yet I cannot turn away.

Man's attempt to fathom the infinite depth, lurking within finite matter.

Man can't fathom.

Fuelling my crippling phobia of infinity.
Consuming all within it's potent grasp.
After tasting my hand it demands more and more flesh.
It sucks in stray birds from the withered grey sky.

In fever I erode my fears. Digging ever deeper still.
As past, present and future collide,
What remained of my mind is now crawling away.
With the one hand that I have left,
I wield the shovel that digs beyond earth.

Through the dirt. Through my eyes.
Through the worms. Through the world.

As it stares deep into me, I respond with equal enquiry.
Demented sycophantic liquid doppelgangers
Leak out to our surface,
In search of life to feed into the gape.
Taking over the world we know, as I join the world below.
Merging with the spiralling retina of the mind's eye.
Altered, I face all my hells
Inside this pit I can't crawl out.

Man's attempt to fathom the infinite depth, lurking within finite matter.

Past the timeless tunnel awaits
Life in mass-less hyper state.

He'd trade his guns for love
But he's caught in the crossfire
And he keeps wakin' up
But it's not to the sound of birds
The tyranny
The violent streets
Deprived
Of all that we're blessed with
And we can't get enough, no
Heaven if you sent us down
So we could build a playground
For the sinners
To play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around
Cause' you're the only refuge now
For every mother
Every child
Every brother
That's caught in the crossfire
That's caught in the crossfire
I'd trade my luck to know
Why he's caught in the crossfire
And I'm here wakin' up
To the sun and the sound of birds
Society's anxiety
Deprived
Of all that we're blessed with
We just can't get enough, no
Heaven if you sent us down
So we could build a playground
For the sinners
To play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around
Cause' you're the only refuge now
For every mother
Every child
Every brother
That's caught in the crossfire
That's caught in the crossfire
Can I trust what I'm given
When faith still needs a gun
Whose ammunition
Justifies the wrong?
And I can't see
From the backseat
So I'm asking from above:
Can I trust what I'm given
Even when it cuts?
So heaven if you sent us down
So we could build a playground
For the sinners
To play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around
Cause' you're the only refuge now
For every mother
And every child
Every brother
That's caught in the crossfire
That's caught in the crossfire
Who's caught in the crossfire
Who's caught on the crossfire baby, baby
Who's caught on the cross--.

i got boots if u still need