watch me create a beautiful symphony and play it for you...

[grindcoreman]

the setting has been set and the pawns are collecting in the foyer. the bride and groom are walking down the stairs with stars in their eyes. neither one of them knows it will be their last nights alive. the guests are all drinking virgin cyanides and partying in hopes that something will be good of this year. the host turns and greets his guests with the statement, "here we are joining two lovely people in holy wedlock. will you guys join me in welcoming our two as they walk down the stairs?!" The attention goes back on our happy couple. Watching and waiting for all to be captivated by their radient beauty. A sudden flash forward and she sees the one she wants to be with and he can tell it in her eyes. Love was not on her mind, but it was on his and he was not going to let his new bride go. After pledging their love to each other, she looks for an escape and thinks about reinventing one. Her love is waiting outside and has a hailfire in a gunfight ready for battle. When the signal is given all hell would break loose. Still the crowd only knew of love... Love was about to die and love was about to kill over. Still that halo was surrounding those two love birds. How will it all pan out, even though they die.

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David Morrison
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