Die Writing

Flames

Posted in Guns of St. Michael by erdaron on November 20, 2010

Aside

The right music makes all the difference.

Aye

I raise my arms toward the sky, and am aflame. With drums, and blades, and guns, harroo, haroo, I march on with hell’s fires in my deathly wake.

I speak this last prayer, and am no more. I am vengeance.

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