In this place even the butterfly is a blade. The sweetest thought is dressed in violence, blood lust is formed in infancy and the end is always a reason to wipe everything out. Hope circles survival as each and every one runs on instinct. The moral code is a variable and every thought pivots on the elimination of the other.
In this place peace cannot exist without war. Hate is defined as a form of love and everything you own defines who you are. In violence we breed, in violence we trust, in violence we become our own God.
In this place peace cannot exist without war. Hate is defined as a form of love and everything you own defines who you are. In violence we breed, in violence we trust, in violence we become our own God.
