Into the heart of Darkness

October 1, 1995

Death transposed to a semblance of life, yet incomplete in its immortal form; upon this world to cause misery and strife, passions greatly perverted from the norm. Preying on the helpless like a vulture, stalking the night shrouded in shadows cape; reveling in their wonderful culture, but feeding on these descendants of apes. Maintaining the masquerade you’re a lie, dreadful beast I know you for what you are. Now the hunt is on, you the prey, not I. ...