@ReaderWriter15Up to say that brings joy to me but my writing wand is broken more or less I'm not saying I won't but one day I will fix my wand and write again cause I can right my wrongs if I never write my wrongs
In a world filled with death and betrayal we savagely kill people cause we want to or he's different or just cause he's in a different group all the gangs out there killing for pride territory and publicity and you thought the government was doing wrong the reason the government is doing wrong it's cause you we mess up and blame it on other people we voted bush into office and he started a war and you blame that on him no we voted him in your fault but if we could sit down and take the time and think before we take the time to raise a gun we could do better for this world and we can start by cleaning up gangs off the streets
I lay in the dark all alone as I stare in the eyes of death as I kneel before him i utter "you have vested me I shall be your servant" he looks and me and bestowed upon me black wings and he dubbed me as the black wings angle that hunts for lost souls but how can I hunt for lost souls when I'm a lost soul my self.....