The Prince of Heaven rotates the truth.
Stacked in whispers
hush words scrambles the floor,
arcane winds blame the new;
preservation lusts moribund moonlight
as magic circles catch the Sun.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
The Prince of Heaven rotates the truth.
Stacked in whispers
hush words scrambles the floor,
arcane winds blame the new;
preservation lusts moribund moonlight
as magic circles catch the Sun.
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