I accept the blood conscience injustice from my hope and evil despair of the dark right living bread in between my tolerate sky-coloured senses, and the warmth speak I hear of you who have to become the torments of my earth.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
I accept the blood conscience injustice from my hope and evil despair of the dark right living bread in between my tolerate sky-coloured senses, and the warmth speak I hear of you who have to become the torments of my earth.