Seas of fur waved over his skin.                He sees armies of trees all around this land he calls home.                                             And the brown blood puddles of leaves; dead on the ground.                                           It is said that these are the most voilent primates, no warning is read when they strike.                                                                    It's the bike that travels through the road of demons, is where their state of mind is at.                                                                              Their voilence is like the diseases in a rat,   it is where their state if mind is at.                 The throne of bloody skulls in a dark room is where they sat, it is where their state of mind is at.                                                        But their faces tells a smile, while their heart tells a frown.                                               They live in the place where the most merciless of warriors are made, the place where the peace and harmony grade has not been graded.                                                  The place where the arrow of cupid has faded, it's the place where the gardens of roses have been raided.                            There is no soft bone in them,  their weapons lay in their mouth.                         But no tears are dropped when loves ones draw their last breath.                                        This is the place where the weakest of fighters still have the most numbers of kills, it's the place where they don't want them to know about the place where you have to fight for your fills.996Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn5Px4A5bG4
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