What Comes Out of Wall of Time
The chorus of faceless senators in a mass of a church with the great black light opening. Becoming what is under the cloak of reality. the belly of the beast carrying the church with wood moldy corrode. It calls out from the open mouth of its winged hyenas from the glass spoon forged by the great starfish whose pink runs around the bridge of feathers. Hammering down beating the scales of bees sword thirsty in a windy sky.
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