MadameSpectrum

I take a step down my street, and look before my eyes, to see our country`s very own city of Hell. Souls on the streets, in old homes, Demons patrolling, control our everything, And the Devil himself, in the large building, Commanding Demons, "KEEP SOULS SCREAMING." I wield my weapon, and start to shout: "I`m a soul, who belongs in Heaven!", no doubt. One toss of the knife, was all it took, to have victims to listen and take a look. "You are as mad as a hatter", "You cannot fight them!" "I`m not going to fight them..." I toss them a weapon. "We are..."