Friday, February 6, 2009

Chapter 3

Vile blood running,air stagnating around me,head throbbing,embodiment of fury i was.Envisage my mere mortal shell torn to shreds, soul banished to an eternal spiral of non-salvation.

Seasons passed,gorges forged,day and night.Everything of me seems oblivion.Journey of assessment it seems

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