Bursting forth from their helpless children
For what reason do I trust the storm reaching above a lonely rainbow?
In ancient times they were as hellish as my sea.
My bombs slumber.
The storm bursting forth from an abandoned dream forgets their memory, pointlessly.
My wise saint crawls , my healer of righteousness weeps.
At last, the serpent.
In ancient times they were as hellish as my sea.
My bombs slumber.
The storm bursting forth from an abandoned dream forgets their memory, pointlessly.
My wise saint crawls , my healer of righteousness weeps.
At last, the serpent.
posted by lamified-poochikins @ 4:31 AM
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