The blood of thousands of years trembling on triggers be stained glass saints on windows. Vida where her ashes swirled about as the acid rain slipped through the pipes to smoke a drown the city down for stakes stakes pricing them out for why was not and winds about cry lonely shreiks.

Tho silence ahead and clouds spin life roots itelf and watches birds make way.

End it will.

Fear is not a one way road.

A death star?

Ghosts linger the most.

We pass through the fire and surprise ourselves with can do spirit.

Making videos of myself has a chance, but bloggIng is my medium.

The human experience is full of horror of different types and for millenia we battle and fight, but some day we will clear the rubble and find what we seek then battle. War prayer for a fast peace.