Footsteps echoing
The Hall is quiet like night
I am alone here
The evil chair sits
Given to me by Charlie
All others empty.
In this place was life
Randomly starting paint fights
But not anymore
No seriously... where are you guys???
Rica R. C.
Now, we head towards the battlefield. Believe, and our blades will not break. Believe, and our hearts will not bend. Though the roads we take may be different, our iron hearts will beat as one. Swear that even if the earth is torn asunder. we will live and return here once again.
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