A Window Into The Dark | And slowly under the waves we go, smiling as we allow the water to cover our heads, knowing that all we
Description: ...a few words from the Dark Angel
…a few words from the Dark Angel
Look at them. They stand there, dullards staring upward, not an original thought in their skulls. They’re sheep, cattle, suckling piglets awaiting the slaughter. They’ve grown soft, ineffectual, flaccid – just as he did. Can you imagine allowing yourself to be dragged naked through the streets, strung upon wooden posts, stabbed without uttering a single plea? No wonder those who follow do so with vacant stare and limp aptitude. It sickens me to look upon them, reminds me of my own crushing disappointment –
~ Nina D’Arcangela
A Window Into The Dark | And slowly under the waves we go, smiling as we allow the water to cover our heads, knowing that all we