The Prize was With the Enemy.

The lust is always there, sometimes the river does not run with the spirit of the element but the lust of the human is always noticed among the urge of the element that cannot be obtained, Bloodlust was a member who was played but felt as being the dealer of the hand but really who got the blackjack at the end? Something I have not yet gathered, but will very soon. This is not a story of love it is a story of a once known member who sought love from a retarded fucking bitch! Sorry what did I just say?