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02-05-03
The darkness hides yet another form. The axe gleams with the fading of her light He watches as she vanishes from sight, wondering when she will lead him to the prey. Long has he followed, waiting for the day he may exact his long awaited vengence on the one she named Marius. "I shall feast upon your bones one day. " The voice echoing in the darkness, seemingly no one to hear it. Crypt pulls further into the darkness, shading... You can look at it as a metaphor for the fleeting nature of human life, or just chalk it up to my being a sick, bloodthirsty monster. Either way, it's all the same.
I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person
" It is easier to write words on water then to try to use argument on a christian" |