6 - Six

The mantle adheres me with its imperturbable gravity. It's an angel of purple attire that swears that it is the truth of lies.
The time is running out and destruction, along with perdition, is imminent, total decay and decrepitude of cosmic paper is stabbed by the thorn of betrayal and broken hearts.
They fell and perish, like needles through my eyes.

Thus, blood fell for the first time.