Monday, March 17, 2014

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


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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