Messages from the Dark
On my honour, I must maintain;
Chasing the sunset, under dusk’s reddened clouds, long into the darkness of the night.
The seeking of truths, in the shouts from the dark, to disguise that all change is the same.
Staring at rainbows.
Sculpting my dreams.
Raging against the inherent hypocrisy.
The War. The Famine. The Soulless Shadow of Rome.
All change is the same.
On my honour, I must maintain;
Culture is not your friend.
About fent11111
But I heard yesterday that LiLo was….
Dead? I fucking pray…
(honey, can you go get the laptop out of henri's room?)
actually, he was probably ripping the keys off one by one while singing the alphabet (true story)
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