Some many things described by the minds discontent when the eyes of the hills stare us down on this place supposedly sacred...they weren't supposed to be here and now as they desecrate our new burial ground filled with the tombs of the forgotten..(how could we not see this coming?)and now at the end of all things I am happy its over and when time stops as they bolt us in the crypts we fashioned in the hallow cloth of our forgotten gods i mumble the last few things i will ever.....And among them is I love you.
