User blog comment:Darthzeus/Ezreal Rework idea/@comment-7709681-20141108041255

Dear Diary:

''Mine kokoro may not handle this much pressure (And cholesterol). A ceaseless barrage of seemightly reworks siege mine thoughts one after the other, with their tongues silvered with fear, they aim to halt and shatter mine sanity and empathy. ''

I swiftly surge away from their intentions, and yet, traces of their existence endure and prevail.

''I do not know for how long may I handle this, is this a divine requiem --a song to end mine world-- for our sins to be ripped? Is by letting mine faith in thee, mine Lord, to tremble? Is the lack of more colors on Mass Effect 3's ending from which I must be punished? ''

''This hath thou see, o mine Lord; may you judge this crimes of ours, for the livid angst we owe thee. ''

For I, woeful son, foresee sore arses, salinized by pristine oceanic waters, and retarded childs weep and moan over the morbid majesty from which the virtual loom presents, to beseech the opposing world, for the world they fear only speaks reason.

Covet thy kindred with bliss, and thou domain reign, but forgive the sinners, for they ran euphoric for their tipping.