Theodore Nott (

nottfinished) wrote in

finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-04-25 22:33:00

Current mood:

disturbed

I dreamed of white horses tumbling, falling down a hill
and someone was being beaten to death
and a plague-

And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. Authority was given to them over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by the wild beasts of the earth.

and people stoned and stoning others and I cut my own throat
I cut my throat to spite them but painted something with blood from my lips, a wolf of some kind
a wolf at the door

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