A shimmer of light, shines. Through the haze of a thousand fires. Born from from the ashes of time, and lies. Eyes of the damned shall never die. We become scars upon the earth, the waves of crimson burned. On Boiling blood, and surf. The moon shifts, and turns. Revealing bones of birth, blistered, burdened curse. A hearse this earth.
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satanachist:
Touched I am :)