29 May 2010
The faint blaze of the candle of my life slowly dying like a fire in the pouring rain. No sparks of hope inside, no shooting stars on my sky. on broken wings, no flying high. Another night, another d
A swine An addict A slave To that accel forward Till you just burn, till wreck And now your falling Pain potions getting well Though they hammer you into the ground Bastard of Bodom, reporting That s
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