Monstrous traditions,
I have fled from the praise of your illusive substance, Beyond the blindfold of those left mourning prayers unfed I now roam, Uncertain of... This life's burdens.
In lieu of our participation in,
Losing what's left of hope.
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Maleficent Condescension: Bliss Ashamed
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