I died fighting a foe none other would dare. But death shall not keep me. For I shall return and be known as Nightmare.
When the statue of the Virgin Mary cries blood and the cross turns black, I will return, I will come back.
When the moon turns the color of blood and the stars refuse to shine, your life will end and your soul will be mine.
In the end we all shall die. The only difference is where, when, how, and why. And now my friends before I die i have one last thing to say, goodbye.
Vasto Grom
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sayings-of-a-twisted-mind/
