• As we take up are arms and run to Deaths keep an over look catch's my eye as arrows rain from it... i keep running to think i can make it but sadly get painted with the blood of my friend then my own and fall life less into the blood stained ground... after the battle guards came to clean the ground of bodys but as one went to drag me i stabbed him then the other... some of us got up and made are way to the castle and sneak attacked the kings.. bringing the hole castle to are knees as i sit on the seat of a king and bear the crown which was on the last....

    The burning seas the burning smell of death and the joining of new warriors break my memories and stop me from wanting back into life... for the world is a diffrent from what i know and heaven is a cold place... i like the deathly warmth of the fire and the Skeletons walking about... even with the man in the red suit walking around killing random people while singing... its my home..