Thursday, October 2, 2008
blood red winter
The screams of the victoms peace the empty souls. The rumble of the marching soldiers. The empire has emerged. Sleeping geiant has yet once awaked. The bodies staced in the streets and burning. The end has come. Fredom no longer exsists. The fight has become one. The death is eveinent. The end will come but for who,or what?
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