
We are The Fallen. After having our minds freed from The Matrix, we fell from grace. Our wings were cut and torn, we bleed. We found each other.
We are the machinist, the ghost stories that children in Zion hear about before bed. The Boogy-man that follows you at night when you walk, but when you turn around, you are alone.
We wear are scars in pride. After being freed from the only thing left that holds sanctity, we fight to keep it forever.
We are The Fallen...Where angels fear to tread...
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