Ten Legged Souls of a Spider
Last night, I killed the biggest spider I've ever seen in my life. It was about 3 feet tall and had ten legs; it refused to die until I gave him the last drop of the tea from my soul. I couldn't argue with him. The tea is always warm, it goes down smooth and tastes better than a candy cane on a warm winter's night with no one around to absorb the dazzle but yourself. All the beast desired was a taste of passion, the feel of my euphoria and the touch of a grim rose breathing it's last breathe of air before descending the aura's of it's life into the palm of your heart. Just one drop.
And he died with my concert loud in his soul that had consumed of war for centuries. The dying words of the devil-beast rang, "HOLD EACH OF THEIR SOULS AND MOLD THEM WITH UNIVERSAL SOUNDS TO CURE THE REVOLUTION!"
And he died with my concert loud in his soul that had consumed of war for centuries. The dying words of the devil-beast rang, "HOLD EACH OF THEIR SOULS AND MOLD THEM WITH UNIVERSAL SOUNDS TO CURE THE REVOLUTION!"