Give unto me something other than the treachery that squanders about this lack lustered vanity proclaimed as life Speak upon those lilies once said to garnish gardens, embellishing the mundane as to enchant this day to day acrylic humanity One dimensionally torn from divinity, bound parallel to the attributes gritting gravity, grabbing a given gluttony and so forth Therefore, wherefore art we the lot, a chosen people, more so, an intimate species holding a complexity akin to hybrid gods Mythical […]

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