(no subject)
Prithee,
Don't judge your ken by who they kill but rather, by the songs they sing in your own native tongue.
As a matter of decimate divinity, I'm imperatively morally righteous but in this case [am I not al~ways? ♥], accurate of accessment
You are what you eat.
Death attracts such strange opposites, churning in its Infinity. Well come now, does it not?
I'll swear by a full costrel that love's coy nectar has birthed a wound in stealth.
Paradise, it has it's price
We're forced to crawl through needleseyes.
Our price.
Our choice.
We rarely make the right ones.
So soon we shall to your blood and you drowning in it.
We are here to observe, surely. ~ ♥
*stretches creeping metallic tendrils to your glorious declination*
Don't judge your ken by who they kill but rather, by the songs they sing in your own native tongue.
As a matter of decimate divinity, I'm imperatively morally righteous but in this case [am I not al~ways? ♥], accurate of accessment
You are what you eat.
Death attracts such strange opposites, churning in its Infinity. Well come now, does it not?
I'll swear by a full costrel that love's coy nectar has birthed a wound in stealth.
Paradise, it has it's price
We're forced to crawl through needleseyes.
Our price.
Our choice.
We rarely make the right ones.
So soon we shall to your blood and you drowning in it.
We are here to observe, surely. ~ ♥
*stretches creeping metallic tendrils to your glorious declination*