Dreams of black skulls in empty shadows.
Empty eye sockets like the openings of gaping storm drains leading to an abandoned subway station.
Shadows within shadows.
Black upon Black.
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3 comments:
Seek me out in the dark place you fear to tread. I will show you the truth. You shall be the herald to mark the end times. I have seen it.
The end times are already here.
Consequences have brought out the Monster inside. Your Faith is the true herald of death's coming and the pansie mother fucker will be next. There is no need to Be Careful for death will come to all.
Patterns hidden in patterns, but none of them will save you. The voices of age-old blood call out to me. I have heard it. The blood must be returned. Caine will rise again.
Dear Mr Revolutionary,
You don't even know what a monster really is! Touch Faith or any of my other friends and you'll find out! I ain't no pansie! I'll rip your fangs out your filthy mouth and shove them into your eyeballs!
Yours truly,
John Riviera
P.S. Oh, and Jeremy, don't listen to the lies of the Bishop! I think it's high time you showed him the truth of sunlight! Just point me in the right direction and I'll tear through his guts.
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