The demon it comes to smoke my friends, while I turn my head I turn my faith. It rallies its armies of white and gray heads, but I simply pass by no smoke for me bro. it ravages at the gates, like a hell bound beast coming from the fog. This fog of war it has consumed my friends but I tasted the mist and found it gorse. I turned my head and walked away. My friends they stood forever to stay.
mydarksides
Very influencing and deeply thought of,
i applause you~