Awakening In the Lions Den
-Awakening In The Lions Den-
Sinking fangs into the flesh of mortality and being reborn without limitation.
Limitless precedence. Cultivated in the shadows like a noose in a wardrobe.
The lions out at play, whilst the queen tries to demoralize liberty.
The altar of loops in the midst of reincarnation. Reach for the stars, find only melancholy.
Gaze upon the winds of time and listen to the siren’s lustrous radiance.
Men can be driven mad and fall ill to the depths after going overboard. Never to return to their purity, soon to be forgotten.
Take heed, for the days grow longer and the nights never end.
Purgatory, the treasure trove of any broken man’s inheritance.
The decadent crown remains so, drifting through the river of Styx.
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