Monday, July 25, 2005


be it calculated tyrrany or subtle injustice, i am the barrel, the blade, the burden on your shoulders. be it insanity or possesion, the will wont let me die. be still my blood, for the warmth generated by your friction is not welcome here. only scales scaled to weigh their deeds. only blades cut to cut through the hearts of men. vengeance is forever. (diamonds are not.)


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