mojra1

There he comes again… Moron that keeps on coming back, a bastard that strikes back when you have no chance to protect yourself. Leaving you, kneeling on the ground, yelling from pain, too exhausted to strike back. He walks through countryside lanes, chasing downtown just to get you... Lord have mercy on our miserable souls. When the time comes even the Creator won't help us. We all suffer same disease, dumbfounded with his attack. He is up and coming, sneaky assassin of havens, who makes moon shine like an idiot. Warrior that dies for his lady. He never witnessed heat and rising heartbeat. He pours poison