I create what i defend
Fear and panick in the air to wish here Why kill what you don’t need and then feed? Is it remorse of the hunger and fear? I am frightened there might be a false creed. Your nature is against this creation. Why do i feel an oncoming remorse? But out of all i am your selection. The texture of your love is rogh and course. My emmotions and composure i bend. For no point because i...