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Walking coffin. From his mouth is the sound of stolen souls wailing. From his bones, where once a heart beat, lip serving peace and change paradoxically becoming the warning that begs for change and peace.

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LightToBurn

28 / F / Off-world

For You?

Written by

LightToBurn

28 / F / Off-world

Published: Jun 9, 2020
LinesWords: 1235

Tags: #doom

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