hmm i thought it time to share one of my most reoccuring dreams.
I am standing on the side of a mountain up very high. I'm dressed all in black
and I have my wings again. (which btw are black) and I'm carrying a sythe or a
sycle on a stick. the thing that death carries if you will. anyways, and i'm
standing there over looking a barren valley that has been all burnt up. and
then the rain comes pouring down on me and i cry with the rain. but i cry tears of blood.
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