Xorn
-beat at 55-
I need to find camaraderie, today. I walk because I die.
I got a grand a month, I’ll buy the wagon.
Take this book of true-dire and let me live freely like you.
Godmother of Mercy. Sister of Seraphim. Brother of Crusader.
A chained black-beast of ‘Heaven and Hell’.
Do not ever forsaken, “Salvation.”
Someone bust the next wrap, we can probably make at least a ‘thou’.
Don’t leave here thy no longer; like a bird, you can open my cage.
Pure alchemy, fortress; fortify my iron-chain of fate, vowed to the death.
The faithfulness of it’s mankind, the fidelity and homage for the undead.
I need to explode in golden-fire from the die.
‘Comrade Of True Life; arrive, awaken’
(2x)
