umbreon11

image/svg+xml Tiger   Elder Ninja 49
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Cannot Attack: You must become a ninja first.
Last active 4145 days ago

Death will rule over all cause great distruction.Death is the key to life it self so when you find death you find a new begining.My name is (should be)Flaming Death cause i will burn all that will get in my way and create a new begining of life with death.Lurking in the shadows there will always be a obstaicles no matter where life or death.These obstaicles will always face you with all they have got. But in the shadows as well as the obstaicals there will be a way through it.Along with them there will be your past.For me it is umbreon that lerks in the darkness over powering obstacals.That is your real foe.
My obstacal is Boredom but yet i am boredom.

Desire to kill, murder and assassination. The obsession of death.
Every life you consume will come back and torcher the life out of you only leaving fear in your mind.
At the very least you will die but if you don’t be prepared to suffer for all eternity.
The pits of hell will take you in and rip your limbs apart while being torch.
He will show no mercy so don’t take death lightly or it will annihilate you.


That is my death peom


Happy as you may be there may be some regret but there will always be hatred.

At Valentine’s Day, many people are happy but many are heart-broken. That is where some hate begins then the hatred grows.

Till someone feels a little loved or feels a little friendship they will tarnish their mind, their life, their soul.

Red is a symbol of love and a symbol of hatred, to be lost in love or to be lost in nothingness but your own hatred.

Easy going life may be but be aware of what could happen, to lose everything, to lose you self, to lose everything to a dark and empty void.

Death eventually comes to those who want to share their hatred with others, to make their life like death. Those who share their desire with hatred will go to a place worse than hell; they will live in their hatred for all eternity.


That is my hatred poem