kurowolf155

The order, the order has ceased to exist. Tumbling, crumbling, collapsing into the dust. The order was broken with clenched fists. Rising from the dirt, the serpent raised its head and hissed, Growing, feeding, gorging on the weak-minded with disgust. The order, the order has ceased to exist. All went along unworried, the beast cloaked by the mist, Wrapping, constricting, digesting meaning into rust. The order was broken with clenched fists. Great and terrible, the day the problem was no longer dismissed, Slithering, stalking, losing its trust. The order, the order has ceased to exist. Long was the battle, hard was the resist- an