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down in the park where the chant is death,
death until the sun cries morning.
nothing to say. where is your shining prince now? your beacon of truth in the dark night. your trustworthy nosferatu. i'll tell you where he is. he's hiding out somewhere, scared to death that the horsemen are right outside his door. why? i have no idea. he must truly be guilty of the things he was accused, otherwise he would have hung out and proved his innocence. in case you weren't there let me fill you in. for one you missed out on seeing me again. but the big news is... SURPRISE, SURPRISE, SURPRISE. ALEX WAS A BIG LIAR! now who would've thought? and you people thought steven, uther/ hamish, and myself were bad. whatever. anyway, it turns out that alex is/ was an f.b.i agent and he's been feeding them information about the kindred of tucson for quite some time now. oh, but that's not all. he was also a sabbat sympathizer. "we want proof!" you scream. o.k. here it comes. a few months back, your goodly prince stated in the newsletter that he had no idea that gunther was sabbat. well, i happen to remember a few months before that telling alex that gunther was in fact sabbat. so as far as i can tell, he was letting gunther run around the city free as anything with obviously no intention of doing anything to stop him. that's pretty much all i have to say about that.oh, one more thing... i told you so. so long suckers.
i am hell,
father death
dead is what he is he does what he please the things that he is you're
never gonna see what you're never gonna be and scratch a little keyhole
for looking glass people you don't wanna see him you only wanna be him
mommy got a scarecrow gotta let the corn grow man can't always reap what
he sow. he is the maker, the taker, the raper, the savior. he is the
angel with the scabbed wings.
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