Saturday, September 20, 2008
Farewell, Jolly Roger
Memories have been haunting the walls of my sandcastles' halls of late Broken pieces of almost forgotten relics adorn the banners of blind lusts' piracy The riders of the apocalyptic horses have been trying to stay the end but the march of the oppressors and their bewildered subjects cannot be stalled Soon a grey morning will welcome the mourning of wailing infanticidal souls green and gold drops of elixir will drip slowly into the cup of eight corners and the grail will fall over and spill its...
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