so much for this...

[prayerthatfails]

another day, turning grey, rain spills over the warmest of streets. the silver inside, is turning to coal, and fallen stars collect like dust at our feet. in this moment, the things we adore, will come to us no-more, for they, for they sleep in the wicked fields of the dying lands. and shelter is burned as the women are screaming and the children

Comments

[_anonymoose]

bryan! i added you!

[mmgoatcheese]

yeah hey this is diane, im gonna add you

[blindedbytruth]

happy b-day man

oh by the way

im your new commander
you now are my prisoner
we return to transylvania
prepare the transit beam