With ill-coloured eyes
gaze into the silver night sky
With halted heartbeat
take heed of the stone's humming
Deemed Decay
No answers bearing more questions
or postponed divine judgments
Sacriledge!
No heaven is perfect, "God does not build in straight lines".
a wicked sense of virtue paves the path to inertia...
Salt and Ash for once more.
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