by Jetfire » 10/13/2009 5:08 PM
I send a chaos spear through Wesker, take the flag, put it at the bottom of a pit full of salt, barbed wire, and razor blades.
Here I lie
Among the rot, and the decay
The ashes and remains of an old life
My mind seems to stay
Though my body is dead and gone,
I ask you now this simple question
Will I forever linger on?