The Old Folk Tale |
looking down path that leads to water. over my head and above the mountains, born and raised to fall down. and so it seems like old religion, it spins and spins out of control. burning in the wind, th...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Jul 2009 18:39:00 GMT |
Mortar Storm |
-Thanks to those who actually read this, it is appreicated-when all the black smoke clears the sails will be housted before the foreboding canons thundering speaks. roaring shots will be heard across...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Apr 2009 23:14:00 GMT |
