I remember on shattered ashes
And the frigidity of the musky noon
Rumbling gently on our scale-like frame
Whilst the lonely light evanesced in the dark alley
For the ***** of truth it proclaimed
Alike Elymas, bitter cecity we had stroked
No tinge of light could be sensed
To ken the changes of good and evil
Evil and evil sprouted
Resonating for all to embrace.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC