Read the ink upon this sheet.
Speak loudly now, don't forget.
I don't read aloud the way you like,
To jumpy, to slurred, to erratic, to
LOUDER?
There goes that sentence.
I'll read it again.
Stand Straight?
What was the last part I read?
I'll just read it all over.
Eye Contact??
WHAT?!
I can't read this while looking at you!
FINE!
This is for you.
Take blue paint and script thy words upon the wall,
So that I might read while looking straight and standing tall.
Then let me paint my face all blue,
So I may tell and scream to you,
To look deep and straight within thyn eye,
Whilst I string my bow and let words fly.
So I too, face blue, and words true,
May slay those whose dreams are also new.
Let me take my pen from it's sheath,
And slice your scaly belly from under-neath.
Let me read to you,
and dance on queue,
with my face a hue,
while I speak to you.
Cut thyn skin with this sullied page,
And let me scream my bloody rage!
Throw your leg and mount this stead,
Careful though, it's laced with speed.
So you think I shall bow before your rusty sword?
With a cling and a clang, you awful lord,
I shall snap that knife within your grave.
And seep you crimson you foolish knave.
Ritual Painter Sakura Community Member 
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