dwale
drownin
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font-family: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif;
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margin: auto;
margin-top: 5px;
text-align: center;
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the prophecy
im trash at rhyming stfu
the stench of death hangs heavy in the air
darkness creeps through the boundaries like a twilight prayer
protection that was always thought to be guaranteed
is no longer so as the walls recede
the liquid the grecian king was fed will bring back the one astray
and the sky-fallen tree will make the boundaries stay
the gold blood of the giant must be run dry
and the heroes will return in hopes to indemnify
border-color: #ECECEC;
border-style: solid;
border-width: 10px;
width: 350px;
height: 250px;
}
.postname { color: #DFA092;
font-family: Impact, Charcoal, sans-serif;
text-align: center;
letter-spacing: 3px;
font-size: 25px;
font-style: italic;
text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.05em #ECECEC;
}
.posticons { height: 90px;
width: 90px;
border-radius: 50px;
box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px grey;
margin-top: 10px;
margin-left: 15px;
filter: grayscale(100%);
}
.postsetting { width: 90%;
height: 20px;
margin: auto;
border-top: 1px solid #ECECEC;
border-right: 1px solid #ECECEC;
border-left: 1px solid #ECECEC;
margin-top: 10px;
text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.05em #ECECEC;
text-align: center;
font-size: 10px;
color: #DFA092;
letter-spacing: 2px;
}
.postpost { width: 90%;
height: 60%;
border-color: #ECECEC;
border-style: solid;
border-width: 1px;
margin: auto;
margin-top: 5px;
text-align: center;
font-size: 10px;
color: black;
overflow: scroll;
}
the prophecy
im trash at rhyming stfu
the stench of death hangs heavy in the air
darkness creeps through the boundaries like a twilight prayer
protection that was always thought to be guaranteed
is no longer so as the walls recede
the liquid the grecian king was fed will bring back the one astray
and the sky-fallen tree will make the boundaries stay
the gold blood of the giant must be run dry
and the heroes will return in hopes to indemnify