misssick

I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4"...my cup runneth over, with blood and not wine, the last was the flood, its fire this time. I took a walk on the beach, no sand dunes, just oil, dead gulls and dead fish, were trod underfoot. The sky was tinted with yellow and black, and the air smelled like dachau today, the fields were littered with the dying and dead nothing grows here but decay! The village bell tolls, a priest vomits blood, anothers life wasted away down in the square the party goes on. The doomed sit down, to thir last feast, they gorge themselves on the recently deceased. The heat of the day, the foul smell of decay, as they wait for the inferno to be unleashed!..."