"'Cause Cool Guys Don't Look At Explosions."
a||b||e||l||||m||o||n||t||e||n||e||g||r||othe blind son of Demeter-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Abel Montenegro's lonely grave didn't stand up in the sea of the dead. In his case, it was very plain. Too plain to be noticed and yet the elegance of the white marble was almost natural in the green background. Under the old Willow tree lay his body, 6 feet into the ground. As a memory of his life, light green inscriptions were placed on the white rock.
Here Lays
Abel Montenegro
the blind son of Demeter
"May you dwell in our hearts forever, and your memory will live long."
His cause of death wasn't extra-ordinary, nor was it predictable. Our brave soul has wandered off into the afterlight when his body can't take it anymore.
He laid crumpled, doubled over with pools of blood running down his head. His stomach bore wounds deeper than the ocean. It wa when he didn't hear it. The hell hound definitely from the pits of tartarus, killed our you dashing prince. [/justify]
Subject: My Final Resting Place 
Sat Aug 20, 2011 2:27 am
