Thoughts plague the mind of a man who always had to struggle to survive
Never taken a life
Prophecy cometh; Born to die
Sentenced from birth
Product of his curse
Big man with the world in his hands and a 9 in the glove box. Too far gone, no going back. Plan the attack
Swift minds of the Darkside
Swiftly does the round leave the chamber
Only a moment but the memory lingers
Again.. and again
Innocent lost
Redemption unfound
Pure hatred
Swiftly does the round leave the chamber. Playing god; Internal war. Simple lust and a means to an end. Swiftly does the ...