Army of Disaster
By Ultra Blue
Tormented inside, good thoughts escape me My life is soon ending, my soul full of greed The Dark One advances to corrupt me evermore I hold out my hand, accepting my fate His shadow envelops me as my body grows cold Screaming in agony yet spewing no sound My dark soul begins ripping as I slump to the ground Rending my spirit to the Dark Master One more essence for the Army of Disaster Written February 24th, 2002 © on Feb 24 2002 11:24 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Tormented inside, good thoughts escape me..."