Red I Flight Vigo The Carpathian
To all the lonely with no purpose, left to wonder through the wasteland alone. Count the days spent in agony. Strain on the knees makes us weak. Celebrate this new found hate. The giant is falling back to slumber now. Like the captain of a sinking ship, this is our vessel responsible for human life. They can only control those who are willing. It's only a mater of time before the beast shows its teeth. Count the dead. Stop and count the dead