New blood joins this earth, And quickly he's subdued
Through constant pained disgrace, The young boy learns their rules
With time the child draws in, This whipping boy done wrong
Deprived of all his thoughts, The young man struggles on and on he's known
A vow unto his own, That never from this day
His will they'll take away

به دنیا که اومدم تو یه دستم Video Game بود تو یه دستم کتاب فلسفه و تو گوشم هدفون با موسیقی متال و مشغول فیلم دیدن بودم در حاله نت نوردی و این داستان ادامه دارد...

تو بازی ها کلاًسری: . NFS, COD, RE, SH, TR, DMC, WC
PC, PS Vita


God is dead! God remains dead! And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?
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