2 JUNE 2018

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IUXA MORTIS

Is this the end of the journey or just the beginning?. It’s April 2017 on a cold farm somewhere in nowhere, you only see darkness, nothing else!. Your mask the comfort in life is now restricted your vision and breathing. Where are your cult, your flock, your Club; have they deserted you and left you in a cold grave to rot. Just before you close your eyes for the last time you see a vision of yourself, surly you can not die, YOU ARE BLAKE.