

BiscuitI am but a silent monk.Biscuit
My robes are naught but golden. Disciplined am I. My mind and body have no correlation. Through the fire I am forged. I walk the valley of darkness Awating my demise. Through the water I am forgotten. Wading through rivers of defilement. My robes, lacklustor. My soul, tainted. The fiend of afterlife lusts, but not for me I awake, in a realm of renaissance. Weaved back, are the threads of time. And return to me, my simple sanctuary.
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The Angels were real
but the demons were personal
and when darkness took over the angels slowly fell
the demons took over and life became torture and every last thought was a product of hell
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The Angels were real
but the demons were personal
and when darkness took over the angels slowly fell
the demons took over and life became torture and every last thought was a product of hell
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The Angels were real
but the demons were personal
and when darkness took over the angels slowly fell
the demons took over and life became torture and every last thought was a product of hell
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Thanks to Sasori Danna94 for allowing me to use her Avatar...
Dude i'm totally having a shitload of fun stabbing these chickens on resident evil lmao
hey hey so yah
you're better than I thought...lolol
TARE I WANT A SHOTGUN OMG...
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