There Lies The Anointed One

The embers glow with the torment and cries of those helplessly awaiting the slaughter.

I invite you to check out my Squidoo happenings. I'm always jiving over there, so it never really stops.

If the chandelier is sideways, then so are the alarms. The wails of the damned carry mournfully through the hallways of my soul.

Thank you.