A billion stars one sun. Where's the creativity? The innocence of a child aguishly burns. Who are these copy's were supposed to join? Overcome this hades. Demonic voices punchers the pure soul. Becoming a fin to wickedness. I hear the terror in your voice, see the revolting figures in your eyes. The black angles posses you, becoming your own. What's this modern terrific way of life? Its you.
October 13, 2012