the longest of days is yet to come ...
Rust and bone ...
That day my expectaction of my past burnt down like dry leaf a hot summers day. I felt like improving, like a Hercules beat-able version of an gigant with a broken soul. I was building my heart up by a punchers chance! Treating my body like a bum instead of a king. I was pendling towards madness and a lions heart, a scared man and another one ready to ...
