A simple rose petal to caress a blighted hand stricken with rigor mortis…the shift from a wakeful peace to translate into tears So, forth is the mercenary, the resurrected hell spawn who descended from heaven; a renewed soul self-set to be betrothed unto death Proper inertia to seek balance, yet a reckless ignis I stand, I divided, I bombarded and thus… a twilight-ed dusk… Corruption to engulf like a chaotic fire… War! Is upon the land…from thee Aethiopic ocean to […]

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