Author Dakota Colson
You would think It must be easy to be a chef around here,But otherwise you may find my crimes bring a bloody tear,Discarded flesh is chopped aside when purpose has gone astray,My workers toil with every day discarded as I… Continue Reading →
It’s not kick you in the face spicy, but more a flaming crisp of fate. Not even the bitterness of reality can protect you from the flares of wrath. Revenge is a delicate thing, a prowess only to be overcome… Continue Reading →