The knowledge that seeking the favour of another
Means the murder of self.
Silence speeds the path to the streams of solace that run so few and narrow.
Brooks that babble the sounds of torture, the sounds of torture
You will one day rise.
Means the murder of self.
Silence speeds the path to the streams of solace that run so few and narrow.
Brooks that babble the sounds of torture, the sounds of torture
You will one day rise.
I will show you all that I have mastered
Fear. Pain. Hatred. Power.
This is the Art of Ruin.
Fear. Pain. Hatred. Power.
This is the Art of Ruin.
Awesome choice in music, if I may say so. You do not know me, but I happened to stumble upon your wall and I have to say I certainly enjoy seeing proper grammar being used. Keep on rockin'.
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