To better view the fairest stars ofGenesis, learned priests and lectorsof vertical transcendencebuilt towers over cloudsbeyond the touch of worldly to..
no one listens anymoreprayer without action is trustit is too late for usthe planet dieswe came from Mars after we killed itwe have no place left to g..
Long fingers climb the red wall of my room, Eyes seek to pierce the red confines of my existence, through the unopened beaten door is You. .imagined w..