Ranting to the clouds.

Come, my friend.

The otherworld awaits us.

May the 98 suns save our souls,
The galactic cross preserve our sanity.

Dance with me in the fields of grey,
The murky waters of despair.

For that is the otherworld

Would you save me from my madness?

I doubt you would.

Twitchy fingers, scarred bullets...

Reduce them all to nothing.

Leave the dust to fly in lazy, beautiful circles.


Unforgivable!