| In the end of January 1972 the circle was complited and the stars were right. As the sun made it's way to the sky for few short hours the damned sould inhabiting the just born boy child was free atlast. The light of the freezing day turned back to soft darkness, and to the next month. He would be the chosen one and the savior, Yet if he failed he would see the world turn to ashes with him. The Tortured spirit looked at the world with his new eyes, so many thigns had changed and gotten worse. He started to look for something, anything pure, but all he found was hate and decay. The world was heading for it's destruction, everybody knew it, but no-one seemed to care... Yet he felt there was still hope. |
