"We are the sons of a dead dream, ghosts. Muffled screams, head buried in the ground. We are the blood, venom in their veins. We are the dogs, mashing hand of gods. We are the nails, sticked on their necks. We are venom, by us all pigs will die. Bleeding throats will turn away from this black, False, painted sun. We are hate, pain, blood." Fill the void with noise 16/100 #trie #therodeoidiotengine #consequences











