CW#2

"Under the tongue root a fight most dread, and another raging behind, in the head."

There are those with power, those with the strength and will to lead. And there are those meant to follow, those incapable of anything but servitude and a meager, worthless existence. Equality is a perversion of the natural order!

The Sith have returned!

lost in time, on the edge of suffering...

"Under the tongue root a fight most dread, and another raging behind, in the head."

Too stupid for jazz, too smart for Rock'n'roll.

There are those with power, those with the strength and will to lead. And there are those meant to follow, those incapable of anything but servitude and a meager, worthless existence. Equality is a perversion of the natural order!

The Sith have returned!

"Under the tongue root a fight most dread, and another raging behind, in the head."

There are those with power, those with the strength and will to lead. And there are those meant to follow, those incapable of anything but servitude and a meager, worthless existence. Equality is a perversion of the natural order!

"Under the tongue root a fight most dread, and another raging behind, in the head."

The Sith have returned!

"Under the tongue root a fight most dread, and another raging behind, in the head."

"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells,
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home."

There are those with power, those with the strength and will to lead. And there are those meant to follow, those incapable of anything but servitude and a meager, worthless existence. Equality is a perversion of the natural order!

"Under the tongue root a fight most dread, and another raging behind, in the head."