You see the owner of that skull, now deceased, used to be so strong. But at the end of his life he was severely humiliated. And so all his pride was detroyed. So then I wonder, was he indeed following his own path or just looking for glory?

In the end we all die alone, and so did he. At the last minute of his life, people saw him on his knees about to be destroyed, the fall of his power. Death has welcomed him.

It's interesting to see his skull at the bottom of the river. When someone passes by they feel many have been killed here. But the stories go deeper. And it's when this water turns to blood and the moon shines red up there amidst the clouds, we all sing for god so that our time isn't coming too soon. Too glad I am to say I seek death, so what is it I fear when my soul is all lost in this world.

And the two of them just went across. Walking as crazily walking it seems, for it's all in your mind, your emotions tell you what you should feel about the things your eyes see, although we all perceive it differently.

The power to fly beyond, jump across it or just die they had in them. But that wouldn1t be so much fun, would it? I would keep going deeper as well. Such an open space that tell us so much. But as I mentioned, we all perceive it differently, someone who's born in hell is used to the heat.

The leading man kept on going seemingly worried, still walking so I see. But I see beyond, your eyes are too shallow I might add. So should we not just go a little bit further, friend? Follow me, there's much ahead, our lives met together here, this road leads us to our destiny, may us be proud of who we are.

So I think we all know it by now and then. Life happens. Imagine further, you see blood is not meant to be scary. Take a bath in it. Red is beautiful, although stinking of blood, deliciously undeniably, we live by it.

I saw their hands were not shaking. Courageous men. But do you know what lies ahead? Open hell's gates. Death seeks you like rats. Oh how it wants to clutch you, hold you with such evilness the skin of your back shakes, and you scream of such adrenaline that flows all over your dying body.

I wrote many pages of the following events. Unknown to you, to many. People are ignorant of it. Life happened again. Each one in his own path, althoug some surround themselves with fantasies and twisted feelings of love, hatred has always been. Taste it and come back, you can't know peace without war.

Now everything is quiet around the house. But you can't hold our minds, can you? How? From outside we are quiet but the inside is raging with storm, destroyed, constructive and awesome, our eyes are too shallow, and my universe is infinite. You can't see it all. Just die, live millions of lives, taste me, everything, it's all different, time changes me and you, the universe and the black shooting stars granted me my wishes. Of love and and glory, stories and studies we study and hear about, we tell, taste and meet, you can try to feel and understand it all, you can't. You can't. My world is not yours. Die. Die with me. We love each other, no more I love you so I feel like, please kill me. I love you throughout the unviverse, I love you whenever you open your eyes, a world that happens, you exist with me so walk by me and I kill you after all, I love you. What do you love? What do you love? What do you love? What do you love? What do you love? What do you love? Whato do you love? What do you love? What do you love? What do you love? What do you love? What do you love? What do you love? What do you love? What do you love? What do you love? What do you love? What do you love? What do you love? What do you love?

"Oh, the winds is really nice.". And so he ran miles and miles away, don't worry, no one saw him. The sky was clear and blueish, white clouds. Battle brings us joy. We die happy. We train and sweat hard. Good thing he had plenty of time. So that, you can take your time. He took his time.

And so the world tells me life has ended. A time to rise above, shine throught the stars, and then your eyes are no longer deceived. Perceive me. What knowledge did I have, but I am dead. And so it doesn't matter any longer. My identity means nothing. I fade into the dark. Look no further to me, what you all knew of me has changed, thus I am someone who walks a new path by now, renewed anew. So it's been cleared away, what is a name? Knowledge gets refined.

Perhaps we'll never meet again, though memories are perpetual. I died. What is that I do, mattering it to you, if right now this person you see above the sky walks a new path, a place you'll never reach, you can't see me.

The things you might know gets more beautiful everyday. How badly did you want it? How many times would you die for it? I see love in it. Though you can never reach it, a ghost you fell in love with. I will live forever, though as a new person. But ghosts are immortal.

The smiles and times running across, faster so I got tired. Weakness. Though we met at such point, though I don't know you anymore. I see flesh before my eyes. Though I can see right beyond it. What is it I taste when it's all been done.