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green men in green light stretched, twisted, in the midst of occult rite verdant figures of living dead the abyss stares where the face should be something quavers the soul a caged being that must not be set free to gaze within is to be the fool gaze averted, the world begins to bleed ascend, ascend, the turning gyre the virulent green, a germinating seed entrance the mind, bring forth desire
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Mar 3, 2024
Mar 3, 2024 at 7:25 PM UTC
green men in green light
green men in green light stretched, twisted, in the midst of occult rite verdant figures of living dead the abyss stares where the face should be something quavers the soul a caged being that must not be set free to gaze within is to be the fool gaze averted, the world begins to bleed ascend, ascend, the turning gyre the virulent green, a germinating seed entrance the mind, bring forth desire
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Mar 3, 2024
Mar 3, 2024 at 7:25 PM UTC
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