What venom was pleading,
To let out theirs within.
In mirrors withdrawn,
Singing melodies
Of Horrors
To Honor.
This sacred power,
Welcoming more than
An offer,
In the open pocket
Of the Coffin’s
Coffer.
What venom was pleading,
To let out theirs within.
In mirrors withdrawn,
Singing melodies
Of Horrors
To Honor.
This sacred power,
Welcoming more than
An offer,
In the open pocket
Of the Coffin’s
Coffer.
Oh this is so nice, minimalistic yet profound.
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