09-22-2011, 07:05 PM
Human dreams such fertile ground for the seeds of torment. Your're so ripe. And it's harvest time. Save your tears. I'll reap your soul slowly. I have centuries to discover the things that make you whimper. You think your nighttime world is closed to me? Your mind is so naked. A book that yearns to be read. A door that begs to be opened.
âThe hottest places in hell are reserved for those who in times of great moral crises maintain their neutralityâ
RON ZOMBIE:madfire:
RON ZOMBIE:madfire:


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