Oh, I rediscovered my Vox space.
Ok, ok, I know what I said in my first post. Will prance around those grounds for a while. But will definitely be back. If I remember.
When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city, to see a marching band. He said, “Son, when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?” He said, “Will you defeat them, your demons and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made? Because one day, I leave you, a phantom to lead you in the summer, to join the black parade.”
