a frenzy gotta do it now type a thing
They want a war all right drink the blood of the dead in sacrifice
In the sacrifice of their own eternal soul. Do they know the price JA?
do They know the price.? A price for the swell of pride at their treachery. Their shivering, sniveling servants wait upon these who are possessed and cowering. NO SHOW for their hero parts. Hired actors all, pretending to be good, pretending, pretending, pretending. I will pretend that they can't do it anymore. The old line is dying out soon= we will shed the poison shackles. we all have been mined souls. Told to keep sleeping at the wheel.