I step in the halls
and hear the echos
of gunshots and screams
pistols, tech-9's
and an AK-47 semi.
angels of 13
demons of 2
broken souls free from pain
no more.
the tiled and polished floors
feel like a cemetery
I wonder what was going on in their heads at the time.
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MANUL: a diary of an occult rudie.
RandomThis is a blog entry for Manul, my Jet Set Radio self-insert. "₳Ⱡ₱Ⱨ₳ Ø₣ ₮ⱧɆ ₣ØӾ₮Ɽ₳Ӿ. ฿₳₱ⱧØ₥Ɇ₮ Ø₣ ₮Ø₭ɎØ-₮Ø"
