sleepless for a nite the brain starts to think is there a point to being up the body is slowed to the point of death hunger starts to reviel itself for all i am is to be the waking dead feeding on innocente and unpure flesh there is no rest for the wicked let the feast begin and never end food is plenty and great for i live in the shadows of the dead the smell is grand rotting corpses my cologn maybe even my carpet staind with red
well its now thursday january 13 2005 the year is starting off like every other one slow and easy quiet and i wish it was a loud fast and hard one but then that means the end of it all like the end of days on earth work is minimal and short comming but hey atleast it is work
the new year has begun let the pit open and all the demons will be let loose hell has over flown and the new era of darkness will reign free the dark prince has called upon me to start the revolution and this day will be called apocalypse
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