[razrif]

Originally posted by _Adonis_
My soul is astir, and my heart pounds most upon fiercely my chest. But it be not due to your wasted postings. No! Never! It is for my dearly BELOVED. How does your foolishness compare to the thoughts I hold of my Goddess? Your feeble words touch not the soul that my BELOVED touched, and left in this fiery chaos. Be gone you child of the Devil, begone! My thought is only of the heart-shattering embrace of my eternally loved one, the Goddess of goddesses, my dear BELOVED Ghazala.

Fair enough
*puff of smoke*