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Not for the easily offended! Piper! My friend, the time has come to tell your tale of woe. It's you we wait for, you we love, for you will steal the show. For you the laurel wreaths are woven, on you the crown bestow. It's you we trust to judge us, for moral value you do know. Piper isn't very lenient, he does not forgive. Unlike most the men among us, he is not a moral sieve. He won't sit by and let it happen, with compromise can't live. Some will say he goes to far, his justice worse than crime. Perched atop a moral ladder none but he can climb. Yet climb you will throughout his story, cross…mehr

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Not for the easily offended! Piper! My friend, the time has come to tell your tale of woe. It's you we wait for, you we love, for you will steal the show. For you the laurel wreaths are woven, on you the crown bestow. It's you we trust to judge us, for moral value you do know. Piper isn't very lenient, he does not forgive. Unlike most the men among us, he is not a moral sieve. He won't sit by and let it happen, with compromise can't live. Some will say he goes to far, his justice worse than crime. Perched atop a moral ladder none but he can climb. Yet climb you will throughout his story, cross his fairie rhyme. Piper comes with vengeance and there's nought to do but pray. Doomed you are before you know it when the Piper starts to play. He will serve the final course, the final dragon slay. Just an hour within these pages ends the fairie tale array.
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Many there are who, if they dared, would like my face to smack. A few in there would go too far and wish my skull would crack. They would say I earned as much, for morals I do lack. What can I do? Fed a diet from the world of blatant, brazen sin, my arteries are restricted by a sturdy moral plaque.But I'm not some kind of cruel and heartless psycho maniac. Most of my life was dull enough, I stayed upon the tracks. Little I had to carry round, it would barely fill a sack. Worry I did, most of the time, of the shirt upon my back. Would I lose it suddenly to fate's unseen attack?I haven't lived to please the hoard, they're fickle and they're vain, behaviours well established in a world that's gone insane. I feel I live upon a very different moral plane. Simple are my principles, easy to attain. Let others do as they will do, so long as they won't cause pain. It's politic to join the crowd upon their moral train, and fit in just as best you can where puritans do reign. Please excuse me, I'm not going there, I think I will abstain. I like the colours in the world, I find just white arcane. I want a world of freedom. In this there's much to gain.