Falling hard and badly bruised.. We find ourselves in danger.. Of being killed in the heat of battle.. Do not fear my young soldier..... The battle may be last.... But the war is never over......
Incite of danger my young one Dream of happier times... Of Peace and not war... Love thy brother.... He is the future warlord.. or great holder of a nation in question....
Venomous Crimson · Sat Sep 20, 2008 @ 04:29am · 0 Comments |