Old gods die slowly
Is it mercy to glance upon them
In the thickness of their blood?
Or will we catch divinity's grim disease
Till sleeves that plunged the dagger deep
Wear the heart of the old one
And the old god is born once more.
Saturday, March 09, 2013
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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To slumber And not be tossed about Like an incomplete formula In the mind of a mathematician Is a good thing The solution Lies in reme...
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Late It's practically done, more or less Plus or minus it's my best Effort if you squint and side-eye It. I'm sure it will get b...
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