• My level of dread,risen
    the darkness in the room,rising.
    My dread?No extreme violence in the arenas.
    No hammer+face,no extreme disembowelment,no sucking the brains out of the hole you made on the back of the head of the one you killed.
    NOTHING
    And i had planned for the bloodiest gore fest,
    one that would bring the dead back from their rest.
    Lyrics of the dead eating the living
    Human population,falling.
    Peeling the flesh
    oh,the fresh flesh.
    Left to dry
    till it is durable,
    strong enough
    to become my leather.
    Well none of that,
    Gaia is one again safe.[From my mind.]