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we live in a wasteland built by the madmen and founded by demons we wade through this sea of chains and barbed wires while they simultaneously suffocate and scar, killing us both slowly... you can remind me as much as you like that there is good in the world yet even though that might be true it doesn't change the fact that in every corner of our realm of insanity evil lies and lurks no matter where we go, there will always be darkness terror hidden in the shadows searching for a soul to feed on for they are nothing but dead and decayed wisps of anger impatiently stirring fragments of hatred who wait for you to come along
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Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
The Realm of Insanity
we live in a wasteland built by the madmen and founded by demons we wade through this sea of chains and barbed wires while they simultaneously suffocate and scar, killing us both slowly... you can remind me as much as you like that there is good in the world yet even though that might be true it doesn't change the fact that in every corner of our realm of insanity evil lies and lurks no matter where we go, there will always be darkness terror hidden in the shadows searching for a soul to feed on for they are nothing but dead and decayed wisps of anger impatiently stirring fragments of hatred who wait for you to come along
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Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
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