His face twisted and turned as blood sputtered out of his mouth, his taste buds filling with its irony, warm taste. The icy, cold metal blade swung once again and swiftly cut through his arm, forming a menacing silence and he gurgled a low moan that could have been the last thing he'd wanted to say.
***Oh blahh...~
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I believe and foresee Everything I could ever be -Nightwish
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