| Knives! |
[May. 24th, 2006|03:03 pm] |
An amnesty - lots of shiny shiny blades. He likes blades, but he's serious when he's dark. I laugh through bleeding gums at the dead who look at me with fear.
I will take the blades, and blood will flow. No amnesty for the sinners - their trespasses will not be forgiven on this earth.
To invite death, to throw oneself against the spikes of fate, and smile regardless - to hate and to grow through hate, this seems to be my destiny.
A man with no memories, with a nasty purpose, doomed to be thought a fool.
But the eyes of the fool dance merrily; they tell truth through fractured lenses, and though an audience may laugh, they do yet listen.
harpy. me liketh the sound of that. |
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