*in dried blood red ink on frail piece of parchment tacked up*
I seek a land of freedom, without opposition to believes of what is done, a free choice of conscious, does sucha place exsist, or does it lay deep in memories past of our anscetral instincts which with primitive force set forth these foresaken laws. Where hope has no cause, Chaos rules all...where is this land of joyful pleasures...
James Vlongoth
I seek a land of freedom, without opposition to believes of what is done, a free choice of conscious, does sucha place exsist, or does it lay deep in memories past of our anscetral instincts which with primitive force set forth these foresaken laws. Where hope has no cause, Chaos rules all...where is this land of joyful pleasures...
James Vlongoth