Time is stagnant. Says my experience. But many years of practice, has done no good to my waning patience.
Is there no dark soul around. Where went the good old days when bad guys with weapons came to hunt into the wounds, or to bury their grevious deeds.
I am going to go out on to the countryside side anytime now. I can't die a black soul. Well I don't die that easily. But not a black soul. You know what I mean.
I want to live out my glory days yet again. And not have the same regrets. Tonight is the day I go out in search of the dead and dying souls, give them. And me. a chance to life yet again. And an ultimatum to the darkness. I wish to solemnly bid a sweet good bye to the darkness.
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Assassin of Hearts
FantasyMandahuaca, not him. Mandahuaca. not him. NOT HIM. I have to keep repeating this mantra. Over and Over until I lose sight of the big bad boy across me in this land of nowhere.
