Post by Maiya on Oct 5, 2010 15:58:54 GMT -7
Lies spread like wildfires,
Devouring the ideas of mortals,
As spring turns into summer,
Flowers are left to bleed alone,
In the contempt of their own hearts.
Beliefs are pulled into question,
As the sky burns gray,
Time is left in the hands of a few,
Who turn their backs on the truth,
Slowly we fall to our death.
Humans, Demons, Vampires, and Angels stand on thin ice as war threatens each's doorstep. Each has their own culture and religion, and they clash like the seasons. Blood is spilled near constantly. Can the cycle be broken?
Join us? Or are you afraid that everything you've ever known is going to come crashing down?