Farewell. It was nice having you here. I wish you the best. Goodbye comrade. :c

partially true, sandboxes havent changed or evolved for too long and its taking its toll, also bh is cringe bro

this already happened to the orc and it was bound to happen to us

or maybe youre just mad youre terminated on polytoria and brick hill

DAVOS A POET Am I miserable because I'm wicked Or am I wicked because I'm miserable I'm miserable And my attempts at fabricating Heaven's halo and the white wings Were all useless endeavors to start I was maladroitly casted for this part. And I drive home singing along to emo songs about dying alone And I think I really relate to this dismal tone And I hate that I do But I do Oh God I do And Jesus calmed the tempest with his hand The winds and waves all obey his command So drain my blood into the sea Give him control and then I'll finally be free So drain my blood into the sea Give him control and then I'll finally be free Then maybe I'd do what is asked of me And I drive home singing along to emo songs about dying alone And I think I really relate to this dismal tone And I hate that I do But I do Oh God I do And I'd scream if I thought someone could hear me And I would pray if I felt someone was listening And I used to think happiness came naturally But now I only smile when the pills are working on me And I drive home screaming along to emo songs about dying alone And I wish I didn't relate to this dismal tone And I hate that I do But I do Oh God I do I do I do

From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture's there The memory won't escape me But why should I care? From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture's there The memory won't escape me But why should I care? There's a place so dark you can't see the end (Skies ***** back) and shock that which can't defend The rain then sends dripping acidic questions Forcefully, the power of suggestion Then with the eyes shut looking through the rust and rot, and dust A small spot of light floods the floor And pours over the rusted world of pretend And the eyes ease open and it's dark again From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture's there The memory won't escape me But why should I care? In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up Moving all around Screaming of the ups and downs Pollution manifested in perpetual sound The wheels go 'round and the sunset creeps Behind street lamps, chain-link, and concrete A little piece of paper with a picture drawn Floats on down the street 'til the wind is gone And the memory now is like the picture was then When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture's there The memory won't escape me But why should I care? From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture's there The memory won't escape me But why should I care? In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up Now you got me caught in the act You bring the thought back Telling you that I see it right through you Now you got me caught in the act You bring the thought back Telling you that I see it right through you Now you got me caught in the act You bring the thought back Telling you that I see it right through you Now you got me caught in the act You bring the thought back Telling you that I see it right through you Now you got me caught in the act You bring the thought back Telling you that I see it right through you Now you got me caught in the act You bring the thought back Telling you that I see it right through you Now you got me caught in the act You bring the thought back Telling you that I see it right through you In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up

Theres always a new boom of revolution in these dire times, Im sure some sort of revolution in the community will spark soon