The Rattle of Metal Ghosts Everyone is dead, nothing left, smoke is all you see, the sound of laughter from little devils surrounds you. Burning and pestilence, greed and blood, dishonor, lie to hide the truth. We have to go to war with ourselves. Murder most foul right in my own
Author: DJ TAJ
Dancing in the Lake Of Fire
I'm going to blame Kristen Stewart for this. "Open with" Scary dead children floating in the ethereal mist chanting. Tajjy and Kristen sitting in a tree, K.I.S.S.I.N.G. Oh bliss Eyes open, wake up to: Day 109 locked down in the Covid cave. One thing is for certain madness dwells here. Every day you face the