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Report | 04/11/2009 8:57 am

theredonesmakemefly

Ha Cower to you? I am the Queen of the Zomb/vamps, people cower to ME! Everyone fears my army, and you sir shall fear them to.

Report | 03/22/2009 7:34 am

BTNNinja

rolleyes

Report | 03/17/2009 4:41 pm

BTNNinja

Hey! Happy early birthday, bro!

Report | 01/02/2009 9:14 am

BTNNinja

Ha Ha! Look who finally decided to show up!

Report | 09/29/2008 1:08 pm

Chaotic Blood Angel

http://s5.bitefight.org/c.php?uid=171268

come and be a vampire with me!!! smile

Report | 06/27/2008 8:47 pm

-dragons-goth-

cheers dude! i forgot where i found it lol, i think it was deviantart.com

like wise for your background man!!

Report | 06/25/2008 9:45 pm

love136gaara

cool
i don't know how to do that

Report | 06/25/2008 9:32 pm

love136gaara

i like your Signature

Report | 04/04/2008 3:19 pm

Chaotic Blood Angel

the deadliest kind of person is not the one that is trapped in the never ending prison of the abyss, but is the one who breaks away from this prison and walks silently among us.

Report | 03/25/2008 3:40 pm

Chaotic Blood Angel

What Has Become the Beast of Battle?

In a land of bleakness, waiting
with the raven, stag and wolf
dreams of crosses and of dragons
threaten alway to engulf the mind,
the distaff and the pagan
counterweave
Blood spills into wine
and into puddles
undermining what you would believe
Drinking wine for blood
or blood for wine
philosophies cross a crooked line
The sun god rends the heart
and laps the blood:
for Christ's sake, it becomes
spiritual food
emblazoned now across a holy rood.

But in the darkened alleys,
late at night
disturbing faiths interpolate
the plight of others
Veins swollen and throats bare
they stroke the dragon
Thirsting for
a sip of life's arteriel wine
Intoxicated by
warmth and life and proximity
We fall into another world's
sublimity

We cross the line
to drink of mortal wine
The stag observes
the raven flies above
the ravenous wolf kills whom she loves

The wine upon our lips begins to clot
in trying to become what we are not

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