The Title's Pending
There was a time, within my darkly disposed as naive ignorance
Amid this place it's age their tainted stage; living certain fragments
Shattering his child in what I dispise today ? Down the path of broken
Glass and there's an intriguing stranger whom keeps bringing about cues
Something to do with giants; wanting to know if I myself knew anything about
Their ancient bigfoots existence ? Then after last evening's bizarre twist quite odd
Which in turn rgnited a torch inside this child: as vomit dripped from it's lips oceans
Apart skies aflame we'll bide our days; a breath away ? Knowing now, we are immersed....
Surrounded by flesh spirits ghost offspring both good and evil ? My reply unto they, the latter.
Note: You, Just Can't See It, Yet!? ...."Smile, *.*
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