here Devils all cry, it was not unlike staring at a king’s fire foaming, desperate tricks, mad fevers, not a soul felt
whether a day’s trend signifies hell, plenty of features cover the swan’s wings, but pitchforks are of smooth Vanadium
destined to serve, it will then serve destiny, earn conception inconsequential slave, free to extinguish, free to ignite
every possible leaf, breath, or stone, it factors a wasteful excessive task, issues its core in a desperate effort to nestle
dimming in the cave hall, a no account angel leaves by torch flicker, twitching ears, tracking blood, there is a fuel
which is harsh black anxiety high-strung coal made trans-lucid, and will burn and leave no trace once it mates
alert in the darkest moment, it was simple ancient criteria, easy renewal, meaning’s burden, your decorated time
ceases to struggle for attention, smoke implies the flame, but you cannot burn and at the same time remain
hark, how man’s assignments ring
glory to one thing among things
pieces of worth in the merciless wild
god and cinders reconciled