User:Jacob Haywood

Screams of death, Hope is on its way. Hope coming down like rain drops,sealing in the bad to make room for the good. Blood pouring from the innocent, and onto the floor. Hope is on its way. Hope will come to brush the tears from your face. Hush my child, let hope pick you up, and fill you with light. I will be watching you grow from above. You will fight hard, you will fight proud, and you will fight with hope. -Jacob Haywood