I like Communism and I cannot lie.

I wrote something if you wanna read it guys. vuv

   Trees croak and groan into the winter night, the sky cradling the forest in a cloak of darkness. Shadows slipped and darted between the trees, chasing and seeking something. The reckless crunch of leaves symbolizes the chased, paranoia clouding their mind as they wonder who - or what - followed closely in their tracks. The predators’ red, demonic eyes gleamed in the dim moonlight as they drew closer to their prey. A cry came from the fleeing creature, one pleading for mercy and to pity them. A cry that was cut short from the other creatures slicing soft flesh. Crimson blood spilled onto the forest floor. Two, blood streamed faces raised their heads into the star-speckled sky and let out a triumphant roar, claiming the life of what they had chased.