The Awakening
Journal Entry: Thu Oct 18, 2007, 12:29 PM
This very day marks the 1,000th view of my page. I needed a thousand souls to break the curse, and a thousand souls have so far wandered and drifted into my realm. After three (thousand) long years of slumber, I shall finally awaken and rise, and I shall reassert my throne. It has been foretold under the shade of storm clouds
drawn on black sands
spelt on ebony smoke by the seers of old, I shall come and cast a wicked plague a dark madness. Every breathing thing will inhale the air from the crypts and caverns and the crevices of my lungs and their minds will be infused with the evil scheme; with the stain that is in my breath, and they shall be my minions, and theyll spread more madness into this world
this is only the beginning, and I will not cease until all beings on earth revere me and celebrate my existence.
I hear the murmurs of your mind, it echoes into mine
I am kind too, and forgiving, and I see that you no longer find sense in my words.
Actually, all I really wanted to say is, Yehey!!!
- Listening to: the murmurs of your mind
- Reading: drawings on the black sand
- Watching: the storm clouds pass by
- Playing: with the beings on earth
- Eating: a thousand souls
- Drinking: smoke