when your fingers snap from crossing them so hard
the creator dies. his nameless creations is left alone, waiting.
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TO THE OUTSIDER IT SOUNDS MACABRE..."LEFT ALONE, WAITING" BUT, TO A MOTHER, IT'S SO SAD.
who will kill mutantsrobot or republicanchose an evil kingsorry, I watched X2 last night :D
TO THE OUTSIDER IT SOUNDS MACABRE..."LEFT ALONE, WAITING" BUT, TO A MOTHER, IT'S SO SAD.
ReplyDeletewho will kill mutants
ReplyDeleterobot or republican
chose an evil king
sorry, I watched X2 last night :D