Burn the world in the pure fires of artistic creation. Create through destruction. Destroy through creation.
The ruins of this world will be the foundations of our paradise. Do not hold onto this world for only through its destruction will we rise. We will cleanse the filth and stagnic atrophy of the mindless corpses that infest our future paradise. We will claim what is our...
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The ruins of this world will be the foundations of our paradise. Do not hold onto this world for only through its destruction will we rise. We will cleanse the filth and stagnic atrophy of the mindless corpses that infest our future paradise. We will claim what is our...
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My brain is on fire with a pure flame burning and searing the landscape of my mind purifying it of the so called sanity of this rotting putrid place.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Because you cannot see, you cannot agree.
Sevas Tra my battle cry but art cannot save my life. So dry your eyes and burn the sky. Let the mortals fall and the angels fly. Because they're only beautiful when they cry and I'll only be happy when I die.
Taken from the pages of 'The Symphony of Blood'
-C.S.-
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Because you cannot see, you cannot agree.
Sevas Tra my battle cry but art cannot save my life. So dry your eyes and burn the sky. Let the mortals fall and the angels fly. Because they're only beautiful when they cry and I'll only be happy when I die.
Taken from the pages of 'The Symphony of Blood'
-C.S.-
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