Four walls
“Life doesn’t end within these four walls.” Paul once said.
Gushing blood, slashed tires, cocked guns, he’d smile through it all.
Even that night as his eyes fluttered close, he smiled.
“It won’t end here…” He whispered.
Now everywhere is calm, with the bodies of cultists hanging off poles. It’s a mystery, but...
Gushing blood, slashed tires, cocked guns, he’d smile through it all.
Even that night as his eyes fluttered close, he smiled.
“It won’t end here…” He whispered.
Now everywhere is calm, with the bodies of cultists hanging off poles. It’s a mystery, but...