The Amnesia Chronicle
Crushed wings of birds and bones pave the staircase towards an upward spiral that leads below the temptation of murder ripped from wombs of barbed wire the blood a signature from the past decisions made amongst a collection of unknowing bastardized figures as they dream of their cunting daughters and w****s of wives they have destroyed with deep ripping of veins used as whips to lash them into submissive sins they will use to hang them in public as their pens deafen the screams of the unborn. Fools controlled by wooden symbols of a crucifix taunting it as a weapon to bring an unpalatable perversion acting as lord of acumen when brimstone is your foundation dressed like snow bastardized Anachronistic Reich speak. The sharpened bone flaming inside the mouth of the Wyve
