A Ghosts Final Wish
What is your soul worth today? Te sky turned black the, the curtains fell, were locked inside a living shell, no more masters, no more flaws, Just a billion blades, and a thousand Jaws! Can you hear the hum of the smoking gunfire? Dancing on the edge of a chaotic fire tick, tok, the depths are screaming I made a deal with the ghost in my head enter to better to be a monster than one of your undead the heavens are weeping, violence will rise I CAN SEE THE BLOOD BOIL AS THE LIFE LEAVES YOUR LIES!