Turned loose our praying son.
The crawling snakes of massacre mesmerize the worn-out.
Blood and grey skies entwined.
We dance about a fallen sun.
the earth.
The taste of rain was bitter.
The crawling snakes of massacre mesmerize the worn-out.
Blood and grey skies entwined.
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