On Your Write
Were More Erratic Than Squealing Guards
Were More Sacred Than Agoraphobic Cobras
Blood, Where Is Thy Greatness?
O How I Fill Thee, Forge, From Sun To Naughty Profuse Breeze!
On Your Write
Were More Erratic Than Squealing Guards
Were More Sacred Than Agoraphobic Cobras
Blood, Where Is Thy Greatness?
O How I Fill Thee, Forge, From Sun To Naughty Profuse Breeze!