(no subject)
Their slumber ended by the dull roar of inevitability, they rose to feast on the carrion of the hopes and dreams rotting in the landscape of so called progress
They knew no God, swore no oathes to the tattered rags of nationality, they were utterly not unlike the ocean. Powerful, untamed, and hungry for the taste of flesh
It was not that the stars would fall this eve, but rather torn from their grace like fruit from the vine. Fodder for their endless appetite.
And we shall be like the echoes of a flame upon the earth.
They knew no God, swore no oathes to the tattered rags of nationality, they were utterly not unlike the ocean. Powerful, untamed, and hungry for the taste of flesh
It was not that the stars would fall this eve, but rather torn from their grace like fruit from the vine. Fodder for their endless appetite.
And we shall be like the echoes of a flame upon the earth.