He drags his ****** feet through the forest.
An apocalypse of peace, now consumed by flames.
All that is green becomes black as the mighty
Transformer inches closer to the edge.
Metamorphosing destruction at its finest.
He can only continue on as he is gently caressed.
By fire, death and the depths of the hell.
The morning sun takes its place in the heavens.
All that remains is darkened dust dancing in the wind.
May 5, 2011
May 5, 2011 at 3:02 PM UTC
He drags his ****** feet through the forest.
An apocalypse of peace, now consumed by flames.
All that is green becomes black as the mighty
Transformer inches closer to the edge.
Metamorphosing destruction at its finest.
He can only continue on as he is gently caressed.
By fire, death and the depths of the hell.
The morning sun takes its place in the heavens.
All that remains is darkened dust dancing in the wind.
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