+--+

Static.

The moment before
the conception
of the storm.

A distant rumble
of war drums..

On the horizon.

The glimmer of
axes and shields
against charcoal skies.

+--+

Flash.

The winds scowl
with the scorn
of fallen gods.

Who reign still
in every passing
of life and death.

+--+

Tranquility.

The death of man
and the birth of christ,
bringer of the crimson reign.

Let us rejoice!

The unification of
deception and salvation!



Fuckers.

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* A +tpu+ classic, reupholstered.*

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