chop chop chop
i stand from the midst of the fields, chopping at the flesh of the lambs
they are fresh. soft. tender.
remember, downsman? the fire? it was so beautiful. it would've warmed you. just like the heart of the Master. but you rejected him. a wrong move.
i see you as i type. you are walking towards me. you yell a lot.
sweet dreams, downsman.
the master waits.
LEAVE. HIM. ALONE. Alright? I can't deal with another person getting killed or turned or whatever. *Joce
ReplyDeleteLiam may fucking hate me. But if you so much as touch him, kiss your nuts and or tits GOODBYE
ReplyDeleteLaim kick this fuckers as and make sure he doesn't fuck with your blog again Show him what us runners and fighters are made of!
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