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This is a stroll through the valley of the last Forgotten God. The walls, overgrown, throw shadows that whisper when the wind blows Step gingerly through the maze ahead. The temple is fragile and the slumber of the unknown is a blessing After time's cruel neglect, pray at the empty dais. The only lost is losing faith again
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May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 6:21 PM UTC
A Lonely Sermon
This is a stroll through the valley of the last Forgotten God. The walls, overgrown, throw shadows that whisper when the wind blows Step gingerly through the maze ahead. The temple is fragile and the slumber of the unknown is a blessing After time's cruel neglect, pray at the empty dais. The only lost is losing faith again
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30/M/Atlanta
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 6:21 PM UTC
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