I woke up this morning... Tired, grumpy, ever so slightly emo, wanting to come back to the relative warmth and safety of my cave, returning to the adoration and the undying dedication of my faithful horde...
But it was not to be.
My world had changed. Everything had gone topsy turvy. My life... Had lost its meaning. I was so emo I went to put on emo rock on my stereo, locked myself in my room, put on extra black eyeliner, turned off the lights and started to cut myself. LET THE BLOOD FLOW LIKE WATER. Like the endless flowing of the waters of the River Styx, my blood flowed freely, tears, like blood, fell for the oppression that had my world pinned down under.
The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain.
UP MY HORDE STAND WITH ME.
Or do I die alone...
MY PLEA TO ALL:
DO THE RIGHT THING
But it was not to be.
My world had changed. Everything had gone topsy turvy. My life... Had lost its meaning. I was so emo I went to put on emo rock on my stereo, locked myself in my room, put on extra black eyeliner, turned off the lights and started to cut myself. LET THE BLOOD FLOW LIKE WATER. Like the endless flowing of the waters of the River Styx, my blood flowed freely, tears, like blood, fell for the oppression that had my world pinned down under.
The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain.
UP MY HORDE STAND WITH ME.
Or do I die alone...
MY PLEA TO ALL:
DO THE RIGHT THING
