Bananas. They delicious.
Bananas. They nutritious
Bananas, they are godly
Bananas, make you jolly
Bananas, bananas, bananas.
Do they grow in savannas?
Bananas, bananas, bananas.
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Hollow Knight poems:
The Radiance's statue at the peak of crystal,
Its shine was barely visible.
She was one nobody missed,
But would hold on, and persist.
A mere bug reaches highest point,
To kingdom's crown, the crest,
The wandering bug had caught a glimpse,
Once a radiant figure, watching Hallownest.
That night, the encounter was the only thought there.
He coughed up all the orange juice, but he didn't care.
All that mattered was the shining light,
His distorted body and his broken mind.
A virus spreading from the unfortunate guy.
From dark Deepnest to crystal high,
The infection spread to the city's wall,
The wyrm was afraid that his kingdom would fall.
Some had strong wills.
Some did not.
The ones that did not,
Had lost their skills,
To make decisions,
To think for themselves.
One can only dream.
The void sits away from civilization,
Sleeping in its hibernation.
The Wyrm was clearly in despair,
So he tested, unaware,
It could kill him, from the core.
The king needed a vessel, just for,
Trap the Radiance, and her evil reign,
A vessel, to end the hopeless war.
To find a willing soul,
The wyrm went to lushful green,
He stumbled upon another being,
To help purge the shining dream.
The dark fate of the kids,
They were thrown in the Abyss.
All were put to a difficult test,
To rise first, crowned as best.
More of them were cast aside,
Not one else had seen the light.
One had climbed to peak,
Another following behind.
The watcher watches from city tall,
The teacher in her misty hall,
The beast hiding in her spider den,
The Pale Wyrm asked for their consent.
Become a seal for Hollow Knight,
So they could seal, prevent the light,
Lurien, Monomon, Herrah, all three,
In an ending, endless, dream
A price they all must pay,
For a simple, hopeless fate.
The watcher, the teacher, the beast.
More he sacrificed, one, two, three.
Vessel's mind, rot and decay,
I'm the one that they'll obey.
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Mile.
Painful, ankle-destroying.
Exercising, dying, crying.
Me no like mile.
Run.
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