The blackened wings around the light catches the shadow, undeterred it touches the sentient reflection of the next life. It's knowledge unrelenting that there would be ecstasy at the furthest tips, if this was the death plain. It's embrace a manifestation that I am my own punisher, that the shadow still holds back Thanatus for an eternally held moment.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
The blackened wings around the light catches the shadow, undeterred it touches the sentient reflection of the next life. It's knowledge unrelenting that there would be ecstasy at the furthest tips, if this was the death plain. It's embrace a manifestation that I am my own punisher, that the shadow still holds back Thanatus for an eternally held moment.
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