Chapter 10: The Wolf, The Deceiver, The Son of the MorningA Chapter by ObsidianSea
I've met the likes of you before, you broken and tired few chosen by your weak and feeble savior.
Your will means nothing without your precious and idolized Father. Child, you know not the ground you tread upon. I am the spirit from whom you cannot be saved. © 2011 ObsidianSea |
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ObsidianSeaBirmingham, ALAboutI'm a dreamer. 20. Male. Drummer. And a pretty crummy writer. Just peruse what i got and find whatever it is you're looking for. I have a particular taste for writing things about alternate.. more..Writing
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