| Avidity birthed from insanity. All the, lust, laziness, and anguish consumes your reality. Compare it all to the death of a begotten son, some one that should have merely been a forgotten con. Arise diplomatic heretic. Spread the word, let the wicked be heard. Arrive death, seek out the sheep, slay them in their sleep. Allow the voice of A hellacious Heaven to be heard! The wrath comes quickly, conquering the weaklings. The shattered links in the chain of life concede to the power of a black flower. Thorns from its stem slicing through the fantasy of peace and love, shooting it down like a keen archer could do a dove. |
