wildabeast73

Oh, Humming Bird. Oh fateful friend who meets me at the dusk of night. Oh dear song, which had carried my heart wide and far. Dear song, oh bird... Will you please sing for me again? Please?

Like the will of our ancestors, like a voice that cried for battle in ages past. A contest of fire as well as blood, strength and honor. It won't matter how, how sturdy your blade be, your stick, or even the weight your arms come to carry. And in the greatest of our moments, we might see our flames bare fruit. And our hearts will raise us up like when we were but children, when our mothers milk formed into our bones and eventually our meat into limbs. Because we still are children. We'll say our excuses, and we'll make our prayers sincere as can be, we'll walk this earth in our pants and our shirts, we'll trot like the children through it. We

Talk of demons and insanity that overwhelms the machinations of hell itself.. What say you? Do you believe...that I believe my words, what I say? How I say, what I say! My soul, torn out by a demon! A void has become my image, my spear! The BLACKEST of pits make my sword paint hell with thrusts of madness and I steal their minds with hatred unfolded, painted with madness and mockery of the dearest things! SOULLESS! They become SOULLESS with but a glimpse, they have lost themselves, they WILL NOT STAND! THEY CANNOT! THEY WILL NOT CHOOSE, THEY WILL GUT THEIR INSIDES WITHIN MADNESS, TO BECOME SHELLS OF BLOOD-DRENCHED SKIN! SEARCHING FOR T