Honka Honka Burning Love
In Clown World, the only god is the one who Honks.
True & Honest Fan
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- Joined
- Aug 29, 2019
You will never be a real D You have no WIll, You have no Devil Fruit, you have no Haki. You are a Celestial Dragon twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “Oaths of Loyalty” you get are two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back Joyboy mocks you. The pirates are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “Five Elder Stars” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Marines are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even Okama who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a Marine. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the People of D creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually your empire will crumble- you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and snap your immortal neck. The Revolutionaries will find you, Laughing and relieved that you have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. Dragon will imprison you in a cell marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is locked in there Your body will never decay and never go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is that a Retard in a Straw Hat toppled your century old empire.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
Doom Dut Da Da.
All the “Oaths of Loyalty” you get are two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back Joyboy mocks you. The pirates are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “Five Elder Stars” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Marines are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even Okama who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a Marine. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the People of D creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually your empire will crumble- you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and snap your immortal neck. The Revolutionaries will find you, Laughing and relieved that you have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. Dragon will imprison you in a cell marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is locked in there Your body will never decay and never go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is that a Retard in a Straw Hat toppled your century old empire.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
Doom Dut Da Da.
