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February 25, 2011
As there is a dark side to the moon, there is a dark monster inside my soul. It sleeps, unseen, unheard. But outside is a purring, a siren call, a temptation, and the beast inside is beginning to wake up.

It rises at times, growling, thirsting for blood. It lusts for power. It hungers for what it can't have.

At these times, I am more demon than the black magicks slithering in the shadows of these mountains. Yes. I belong here.

Bloody my eyes. Blacken my veins. I will have the power of this land. I will own it all.