We March to the altar.
Where we made hereafter promises
imperfection in the hands
you fie in your own seeds.
Hatred brand like a glamour knife
flashing in the air,the yellow air you know:
the red blind you strike
shall now be stamped in your eyes.
Jul 23, 2022
Jul 23, 2022 at 12:17 PM UTC
We March to the altar.
Where we made hereafter promises
imperfection in the hands
you fie in your own seeds.
Hatred brand like a glamour knife
flashing in the air,the yellow air you know:
the red blind you strike
shall now be stamped in your eyes.
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