The tides of sin draw tighter and brighter,
The hour becomes heavier and weighted,
And the shadow smile, dark and wild,
This is when hope and disire collapse,
The arc of the dream descends into despair,
When innocent lovers daces,
Like Angels on fire,
This is when the night comes down,
A hammer on anvil,
And the only absolution accepted,
Is a legacy of brutality,
A single note rings on and on and on.
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like fabric softener dew on freshly mower AstroTurf.
"I am malkavien and so am I."
Hypocrisy is suffocating
Goblin king
"I am malkavien and so am I."
Hypocrisy is suffocating
Goblin king