My Iron heart will beat when yours is rust.
I take your Strength, your power, your lust.
By Iron Will alone I set my mind in motion.
Through endless storms of fervent devotion.
“Clashing of the swords symbols of the reluctant. The path of fighting is the path of life. So amidst an assault, tyranny is destroyed. And concealment of the voice results in the beauty of the Echo..”
My mom got my sister a cardboard cut out of a weeping angel for Christmas. We don’t really have any other place to put it except for at the end of a hallway. Every time I look down this fucking hallway I have a heart attack.