When living ur life like an arrow in flight
            u must always accept that the end is in sight
              but Be gratefull for the fact that u knew
               u came to death he did not come for u


Sister of servitude fearful and fair
u herald good fortune and meet out despair
take pity upon me and share with me ur soul
so i who am empty may once more be whole


these fits of depression are torturing me
these lives that ive seen wont breathe again
this sad child of madness that will never be free
born again to die the agony begins
i stand on sanities too fragile edge
and worship the lord of the flies
and soldiers keep coming like warriors well die
cuz ganglands alive when mothers cry
and wade thru the slaughter we made of each other
and drown in the blood when its are turn to die
ull see in my eyes im a lost child


Well met my name is Conor MetalStorm i like screamin guitars fast cars and both qualities in Women Paganism studying Latin developing both my physical and mental muscles study tai chi yoga and want to pursue a career as a physical therapist anyhow my scorpio mind is always churning for somethin new and amusing