thundersign. Bloodred wine. Intertwine vines. Taplines. Straight to hell and back. Train of thought. The titles we fought for. Say it loud. Say it pro..
And I am back to azerty. Half a wager that I will make mistakes more than I should take her. Bad habits in godless dresses. Those nuns only come over ..
Maybe if for every Angel mispronounced a demon fly's your way there is a gate of error in the static of perception that leads my way.Maybe what can't ..
Metatron.What have we won?The line between worlds eroded.Eluded songs of mystics.The wine of Bachus drunkSunken templeDeep insideThe Doors open wide.P..
Your nothing.Nothing at all.Your life belongs to us.Your decisions and choices already made up.The place where you rest we bought your bed.We tell you..
Parasite.What I might throw away, likedirt on my shoeseems unnecessary,overpraised, laid low.backwards logic, entropy,Invention without philosophy.Get..