The following is a true story...
Black, white, brown isnt it all the same to a horse. Really? HOW DO YOU KNOW? When the sins of the soul gather in the apocalypse. The gathering us mortal Sindro pods refer to as the 'nowhere' is everywhere. Awake for the gathering the serpent snake of alzoan has opened its feelers to engulf the world as it has forsaken the demon that casts it soul within its own lies.
Stinky Luinski
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-troubling-tale-of-the-troutering-horses/
