Πέμπτη 31 Οκτωβρίου 2013
The Time is Restless
Time fetches the seeds of our primal retribution. I know i can conjure the ink of his fester. All i need to do is adorn his wrath with the only vein, that's left feeding my heart. The one blessed with your terminal tear, the tear you gave me the moment my spear pierced the very edge of your soul. Then, we will be together again... till all seas of sorrow run dry.
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