English Romance Poetry [Wednesday / 23:30 / :01] [ mood | determined ] [ music | Interpol ] "O, Horsemen of fate! Which way to the apocalypse the bloody final battlefield that lies in wait?" "Within yourself is thy Kingdom of Hate, conquer and let fall. The soul is the battlefield the Lord doth create."                      READ · 1 · CMMT

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