Look,
Up,
The storm born by sworn dealings parked by ageless fleeting dark.
At behest of the goddess,
Suckle the breast of a life too live to live.
Pull the pin.
Wait.
Asworn the anguish predication.
But nothing.
I open my eyes,
and the devastation belies the eyes that have bled before endless time.
~
**** the **** of a life too contempt to care.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 1:00 PM UTC
Look,
Up,
The storm born by sworn dealings parked by ageless fleeting dark.
At behest of the goddess,
Suckle the breast of a life too live to live.
Pull the pin.
Wait.
Asworn the anguish predication.
But nothing.
I open my eyes,
and the devastation belies the eyes that have bled before endless time.
~
**** the **** of a life too contempt to care.