We Can Approach The Night
Windows Burst!
Where Is Thy Rain?
Then Shall Beauty Lie From The Poison
O How I Fill Thee, Minute, From Coffin To Fearful Fearful Day!
Yea, And Yet The Bleak Time Of Evil Sings Me
I Desire The Knowledge Of Fury In Your Dawns
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
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