*****
I walk to the smoky forest,
open the doors of perception and freed the snake.
She is fast, I can not follow her movements.
She takes on the time and my flaming soul.
Her cold pale skin destroys the heavens,
all hope is lost.
Look to your left, to your right.
We are everywhere.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
*****
I walk to the smoky forest,
open the doors of perception and freed the snake.
She is fast, I can not follow her movements.
She takes on the time and my flaming soul.
Her cold pale skin destroys the heavens,
all hope is lost.
Look to your left, to your right.
We are everywhere.
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