January 13th, 2009

Black Roses Red

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The city is clearing out like everyone else can sense a storm. They're all making the smart decision to leave... but what about the rest of us? Are we oblivious, or are we strong enough to fight through to end of the world?

I've done too much here; I'm not leaving it. I was born in this hell, and I'm going to complete the full circle in flames.