In this pantheon of sorrow, We are everything, yet nothing! And as long were breathing, The burden devoid of conclusion! [...] The world is coming to an end; a vast ocean of disease... All hope is lost... or perhaps this is the cradle of salvation. I must tranquil these turbulent waters. No more expressions shall leave my trait... No further words shall be spoken. This illness they conceived broke my tired wings.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 22:58:38 +0000
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