User:Bazikg

Relentlessness, attempting to kneel me to your will, pounding loss after loss deep within me, constant as to allowing me never to forget. You chip away at the core of I, breaking me, waiting, hoping to posses the best of me. Well no such pleasure will be yours sir. Adversity has come and passed through out many of lifetimes and this shall not be an exception. A will, a thought, a light, unwavering hopes, of a fool? Perhaps; perhaps an unexplored fraction of the soul were refuge from your attacks can be found. I will not fail and your pleasure will not be granted.

edwin