Dedicated to: Johnathan Travino, and Rigma. May they rest in peace.
Someone goes to sleep....
They lay silentaly in there bed....
A seazer comes at 2:31 AM....
And now they are dead.....
A family goes camping....
They go to bed...
A fire starts in there tent...
All servive but one is dead....
A dragon sits and meditats....
It's brother comes wanting it's heart....
They start a fight...
Nothing is left but A body torn apart....
All thoughs men whom have died.....
Were all my family....... My brothers....
One a year ago.... the others this month....
And I will be lost if there is another.....
I have a broken soul.....
And it will never be fixed....
I now live in darkness......
Forever to be killed by stixs....
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Some are hunted some are killed,
All that's hurt if lucky will be shealed.
However the ones who are wanted the most,
Shall have no futer, no love, and no hoast...
All that's hurt if lucky will be shealed.
However the ones who are wanted the most,
Shall have no futer, no love, and no hoast...