i have walked, iam walking in the realm of reality and fiction. In the face of utter dissolotion and pure knowledge. On the cliff of salvation and utter death. Close to salvation yet away from resolution. My mind is mixed in a dillusion to recover it self and find out, who or what it is. The drugs, alcohol, the women. Nothing, nothing total vanity, vanity. Salvation. we seek, salvation we shall get. In the residence of satan lies the distractors of men. The blood thirsty, the deviants, the killers. The abominables. In the house of the lord dwels, peace, serenity, peace, serenity. What more can a soul ask for. From the abyss i shall rise, from the abyss i have risen. From terror and chaos i walk away, i choose to cease, the travail.. but only only i wish only my evidence could be destroyed, my past erased. FOR MY FANGS THAT THIRST BLOOD STILL REIGN... ITS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME UNTILL THE THIRST CONSUMES ME. SDFGHJFGHJ
OF ALL THE THINGS I HAVE LOST... I MISS MY MIND THE MOST........
.......................................................................................................................The purplerodent.
