Single Status Update
The healthy human mind doesn't wake up in the morning thinking this is its last day on earth . . . but I think thats a luxury, not a curse. To know your close to the end is a kind of freedom. Good time to take, inventory. Out gunned, out numbered, out of our minds on a suicide mission, but the sand and rocks here stained with thousands of years of warfare. They will remember us... for this... Because out of all of our vast array of nighmares this is the one WE choose for ourselves, WE go forward like a breath exhaled from the earth. With vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight. We . . . Will . . . Kill Him.