Untitled and Unfinished..soonThe cold dark air, the kind where you can see your breath hang thickly in front of you, wrapped around his thin underdressed body. This weather was unprepared for, who can foresee things like this in times like these. The local Wicather had just died, and her apprentice hadn't learned much yet. So, here our so called hero is gathering mushrooms and freezing in the cold summer air. The weather had just gotten cold. The elves had stopped venturing from the forest, so the supplies of mushrooms and other forest growing goods had decreased in great numbers. The town was in great need of mushrooms and fresh game. So, Josh was stuck yet agUntitled and Unfinished..soon
MachinaMake your bed in temptation To get the blood pumping Through the wires flow sensation Thats start the nerves jumpingMachina
(so you ask yourself) Who needs a brain when your skin is on fire?
Decline to refine and grasp the divine Use this flesh to fill your cup Ensnare and prepare to stand and declare "Suck me down to blow me up"
As hungry toys play with toys Bodies so plastic-clean It decieves as it destroys The mind behind the screen
(so you ask yourself) Who needs a soul when your heart is a liar?
Decline to refine an
Nightbirds
...back
Unhappy
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