PACTA SUNT SEVERANDA. Whoever you may be, you may take away everything from me, rip my life into pieces, but you shall never, execute my soul, IM NAKED FIRE.
What was the start of all this? When did the cogs of fate begin to turn? Perhaps it is impossible to grasp the answer now, From deep within the flow of time... But, for a certainty, back then We loved so many, yet hated so much, We hurt others and were hurt ourselves Yet even then, we ran like the wind, Whilst our laughter echoed, Under Cerulean skies...