elgeneral

The victims of the world are just number on death cards. Sacrifice is necessary for our trained minds. When I come home it will be a great day in my life but no one else will know and no one else will give a shit. Freedom is what we sacrifice in our own heads when we undertake a mission for the hall of heroes. The blank people know who the real criminals are. When my mind comes to the crossroads the times are only suitable for soldiers of the apocalypse.

When we are born the bad me is born in deaths other kingdom. Is this the way it is, do I have to be the middle man in the meeting of the makers cookies and milk. I have not the right to grant mercy but to set up the appointment. Now that the battle has been waged we can't be impartial to the animals whose souls are already lost.