The Tranquil Skies
...Oxygen saturates the skies breathing fresh air in my lungs and helium resting on my shoulders beckoning the universe to come. You can see hydrogen running down the street with pressure mounting in it...
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Categories:
cyanides, absence, community, corruption, earth
Form: Narrative
Wishcraft and Wishspell
...Braving the storm, soldiering strong
In this epic hour of my odyssey,
Gone are the days of troubled waters
Here I’m into the warmth of the divine prophecy.
But darkness still looms
And come craw...
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Categories:
cyanides, spiritual,
Form: Ballad