Hive Minded XX

Contemplating the nature of crows,


      Feeding the tears of wolves as daylight fades, the drones of x marked the hardest sadness of angelic passing heaven's shadowy apparition of bliss by, content in atonement's long suffering breath trapped behind the North wind where dwells the patience of all who once thrived on the clamour of an ancient lament entitled fear of loathing all reason to exist; Especially loyalty to compassion.

In earnest anticipation of,