Some mornings, it's just not worth chewing through the leather straps.
The blood of it is cold
This grief
Midst the bodies
Sees the sky die
This life
Rain of tears
In peace
In sleep
Under the barren
Abandoned soil
Not for long
Prisoner of flesh
Emptiness of bliss
Looks in the eye
Bird of death
Imprisoned
Midst the shadows
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It was thundering a little bit ago, I'm hoping for a delightful rainstorm. Hopefully the weather will keep getting nicer for you :)
Well enough, the weather has finally gotten nice ^_^
Slammed. Been busy updating my websites, promoting, and mourning the Death of Slayer's Jeff Hanneman RIP.
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Glad by read this. I'm from Mexico♥ And you?
Hi! You're welcome! I'm fine, thanks. And you?
Hi!!
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