Thursday, November 05, 2009


Sky (Photograph)

speeding down the racing track, wildly, fiercely. anxiousness turned furry, intensity transformed into strength, vision blurred, ramming with brute force. as the shadows gotten longer, jaw set n determined to ward off the approaching aura - so dark, so distorted, having slim chance to deflect. "evil will never find peace; it may triumph, but it will never find peace."


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