O ye of little faith....do you know y they call a flock of crows a murder. Cause I am an ill eagle and I can not go back to my right as a free man. I am a prince of darkness being kept from my crown of love. I beat my wings as I rant and rave but my life fades into the depths of madness and disdain. I caress the hearts of my angels and let them witness how much pain is inside my blackest of hearts. I am bloodline and I have been wronged my entire life. I will my death and want to stop the senseless murder of my mother. She is not crying for joy but as you drill and blast into her ,she cries out savagely without hesitation. I am feeling her withering under us and she has not much time left for us now. Everyday you take more and everyday she dies more. I warned you and now I will hold the gates of hell no more. For her beasts are hungry for your blood and her vengeance. I sleep now and I will soar through my dreams cutting down that forest of mankinds stupidity! I despise so much.
Posted on: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 03:43:59 +0000
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