Cling to the locust cries…sever the unborn children of ancient deities…flagrant and stillborn the symbols mount themselves upon my throne…dried and brimming with apocalyptic fervor…sizzle sizzle the egg upon the stone…maybe I’ll see you around…maybe my heart pumps fire…maybe my soul spits bile…maybe a love’s lost somewhere in Anima Mundi…awoooo…my spirit soars…I told you to listen did I not?


About grasshopperstothemoon

“Two things awe me most, the starry sky above me and the moral law within me.”
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