Date: 2/11/2008

The Wait

Oh city of angels how you have fallen. Set on fire by barbarians that leaves you razed. Burnt, plundered. Left in the fog to hide the tears carved deep in her eyes, she had given birth to the lies that she can't disguise... warchild, kill yourself. Brush your face with the weapon of your vicious glory. Martyr brace yourself. It's not over, the fight has just begun.. Let blood flow like a river, blunt your knife against the sculls of your enemies.. But never forget me.


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