Tuesday, December 24, 2013

under taker of the damned and undead.

mine is a hungry dagger, but i am in control.

at the end of a bloody day, a white horse takes me to a watering hole. somewhere to relax.

the rating systems are hard to process without seeming overly obvious.  the crowd wants to consume me. yet again...

i see where you all are coming from, but you dont know what from which i came.  I was taken advantage of. cursed.  they tried to drug me, but didn't know that it would only make me more wild.  I am living out my destiny.  know which parts were circumstance and those which were choice.

and theirs are hungry daggers. but i refuse to let them touch flesh.  there has been enough death.




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