Have we always looked at the glass have empty? Or are we thirsty in mind it didn't fuse us at all to think of that glass half full. A church sat high and pointed cross to the air on ol'Mockingbird Hill, next to the small town we called Kampter Hilroy. My wedding day soon approaches and what I find at that old bird of a church is a horror scene with no switch in it's video. {{Story belongs to righter. All right's reserved.}}