Avalon Artorius
06-16-07, 10:25 AM
*I’m not like them….How will they love me? Accept me? If I am not one of their own?*
“The road you take is your own Avalon….To be successful…Is to be crucified….”
If I was gone until November, Sohh, I wonder how I’ll be remembered….
The only reason I even post or reply, is for my name to live on forever….
Long after, I’m dead, buried and gone, I have -added a venture-…..
Statues, monuments, sculptures, sculpting my hunger…..
Name sketched into stone, who slept on the flow…..
I’ll step on your neck, without crushing your throat….
Get stretched on the road, who next wana go?...
Sledge hammer both knees, knowing your legs already broke….
Raised by wolves, drank my own blood; quenching my thirst…
See me coming, on my black stallion, galloping hooves kicking up dirt…..
Heavy breathing from both demons, from a mile away are heard….
I reached to the rear, full moon it appears, the battle axe had emerged….
Launched the projectile, and I pretty much knew that it worked…..
When I saw the blade in the back your skull, you faced down in the earth….
I’m batman on the tower, looking down at Gotham at its darkest hour….
After every battle I encounter, I gain all the power of the mc devoured….
Born disfigured, only welcomed in a cellar, welcomed to the seller….
I …don’t ….box…
The only hook I know, is the letter J under an umbrella…..
AIM: Avalon Artorius
“The road you take is your own Avalon….To be successful…Is to be crucified….”
If I was gone until November, Sohh, I wonder how I’ll be remembered….
The only reason I even post or reply, is for my name to live on forever….
Long after, I’m dead, buried and gone, I have -added a venture-…..
Statues, monuments, sculptures, sculpting my hunger…..
Name sketched into stone, who slept on the flow…..
I’ll step on your neck, without crushing your throat….
Get stretched on the road, who next wana go?...
Sledge hammer both knees, knowing your legs already broke….
Raised by wolves, drank my own blood; quenching my thirst…
See me coming, on my black stallion, galloping hooves kicking up dirt…..
Heavy breathing from both demons, from a mile away are heard….
I reached to the rear, full moon it appears, the battle axe had emerged….
Launched the projectile, and I pretty much knew that it worked…..
When I saw the blade in the back your skull, you faced down in the earth….
I’m batman on the tower, looking down at Gotham at its darkest hour….
After every battle I encounter, I gain all the power of the mc devoured….
Born disfigured, only welcomed in a cellar, welcomed to the seller….
I …don’t ….box…
The only hook I know, is the letter J under an umbrella…..
AIM: Avalon Artorius