-The God Chronicles: Finishing Blows
I AM CRAZZZZZYYYYYYYYY..................... BAM-that lighting struck your former bastards!!... just as Nathanielís torn trio. BAM-that rod destroyed along a jagged edge fight... within times post turmoil. I AM PSYCCCHHHHOOOOOOO..................... BAM-she fought back, harsh... but never was I too see. BAM-Nate shall forever be... heir to you and me. I AM not to blame... Inside the days post-great rebellion, conjuring stole images. Between the eyes of war and conspiracy- Nate formed...true to pattern. Both of fantasy and fiction and metal alike, the calmness of a storm launched. BASTARD!! WHORE!! ASSHOLE!! BITCH!! SCUM!! -always fighting for the last word...yet this would not be so...Time drew. For these characters inside the God Chronicles, her name Promise and his name Jupiter. From them Nathaniel would hatch out. Developed of chaos-Enter of Chaos. Thirteen weeks would pass.... SWWWOOOSSHHHH...the wind followed...and they would break. Her eyes red as every vamp tainted bitch would hide. His eyes black without envy... HATE.... HATE.... CAUSE I AM NOT PSYCHO. HATE.... HATE.... CAUSE I AM NOT CRAZY. HATE.... HATE.... Cause I(you) have fucked each- every characteristic. And so it ends.... A brilliant story line evolved over 2 years. Promise(Angel) of opposite Jupiter met once. Disappeared....Misha followed in the calm. Yet darkness rose exponentially upon reuniting. Evil empire of hate and dread... Vampire Hunters flocked for lives...leaving only them- The shadow no-names. As unity approached fulfillment, so did an Imperial nightmare... They had won out... Ruled over each acre of this jagged land. Jup, mating with both the enemy- and friend...drew apart strategy that led- helped and collapsed this great beast!! Only she was forgotten...and Nate had been cast out from within. The final battle fought... Destroying both...respect and love. Here they lay...Buried and forgotten. Here they lay.......... Here they lay.......... Nathanielís black robe shadows the small rock piled grave. Turning back, his ridged face corners each view. Goodbye.

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