Tell me the words you hold so dear, the truth you shall take to your grave. For here we stand upon the precipice of all and let the blood you've spilled be worth the pitiful secret you hold. Control life and death; pay for it a friend that only the lighter could produce as you stand in plain sight. Yet still blind to the eye of humanity.
Love
The Dead
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Art and short stories
FanfictionYeah, just some art land scape and sharp staby things mostly and short stories from other Fandoms as well as Original works I've made enjoy!
