For it is in my darkest of night,
my timeline to cure this blood curdling madness…
Melancholia, the king!!! The gateway to bloodshed, tears red; the infinite sadness…
The enemy lives within…
I have but three desires.. to hunt you until the ends of the earth you Portuguese pug mutt..
2. To crush a state that would reward the financially obese and throw away the great..
3. Or tear myself apart limb from limb in my cause..
the chances of the third are against thee…
Chris Canham