rotthe blood that bines our hallowed minds, springs forth from our tattered livesrot
we sink below shuddering, lost in a myraid of labryinths too elaborate to behold
we search but cannot find the radicals of strife which once held our eye
modus becomes our prime as children merrily refuse the apotheosis of their divinity
resting tacitly in their yolk of apathetic stagnance,
languishing in rot
Metallic Sonic
Very nice, simple gallery. Thank you for sharing.
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Thanks,
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David
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