Captured Love

Death after death. This is paradise. No hurting, No bleeding, No sickness, No killing. This feels like a dream, but it's not complete without him. Cato. This is the afterlife. Our afterlife.
Screams don't echo here. The sound of blood dripping never rings out. The only sound is the great music heard from the heavens. No more do you see young children slaughter eachother. No more do you see peaple breathing their last breath. All you see is pure beauty. This is the afterlife. A bitter sweet afterlife.