She runs.
Where? I don't know.
What I do know, is she enters a forest.
This is no ordinary forest, with no ordinary secrets.
It belongs to the snakes.
For all eternity she will run, seeking refuge from their control,
yet she will find none.
Doomed to unhappiness and uncompleted paths, is the life she leads.
The snakes will take away everything,
slowly, until nothing of hers is left.
She has been left defenseless and alone.
Cut off from society, stripped of her confidence.
The snakes will pay.
Their blood is the revengeful cost of what they have taken from her.
So, prepare yourself, beasts.
for she refuses to succumb. And now,
she is out for your blood.
That's what you get when you mess with a free soul.
Karma's a ***** ain't it.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC
She runs.
Where? I don't know.
What I do know, is she enters a forest.
This is no ordinary forest, with no ordinary secrets.
It belongs to the snakes.
For all eternity she will run, seeking refuge from their control,
yet she will find none.
Doomed to unhappiness and uncompleted paths, is the life she leads.
The snakes will take away everything,
slowly, until nothing of hers is left.
She has been left defenseless and alone.
Cut off from society, stripped of her confidence.
The snakes will pay.
Their blood is the revengeful cost of what they have taken from her.
So, prepare yourself, beasts.
for she refuses to succumb. And now,
she is out for your blood.
That's what you get when you mess with a free soul.
Karma's a ***** ain't it.
Based off a book I read.
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