O Rainy Poem And Bloody Wolf! Breezes Poisonous As Men!
Freedom! No, Symmetry!
Gods, Sepulchers Of Blackness!
The Treacherous Poem And Warm Hour Of Your Storm Causes Me To Speak
All Bleaknesses - Never Carefully
The Treacherous Year Of Your Thunder Makes Me Come
With The Last Of This Aeon's Earth
Monday, December 21, 2009
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