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Random comment.

You are an ill-made, spiteful little creature full of envy, lust, and low cunning. Men's laws give you the right to bear my name and display my colors since I cannot prove that you are not mine. And to teach me humility, the gods have condemned me to watch you waddle about wearing that proud lion that was my father's sigil and his father's before him. But neither gods nor men will ever compel me to let you turn Casterly Rock into your whorehouse.

Four gods sat on the windowsill,
were once eight gods waged war and will.
And if the gods themselves may die,
what does that say for you and I.

Three gods sat on the windowsill,
were once eight gods waged war and will.
Two lap at dark blood to grow stronger still,
while one moves in to enforce his will.