The slow growth and change of rite and dogma like his own rare thoughts, a chemistry of stars.
Born all in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil, lights shining in the darkness.
We are their harps. I. He. Old. Young.
The slow growth and change of rite and dogma like his own rare thoughts, a chemistry of stars.
Born all in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil, lights shining in the darkness.
We are their harps. I. He. Old. Young.