A dead society continues to glitter...
Make love, not war...
When housing becomes a military matter...
Aboard the tanker, we could hear the rust's screams...
Articles of faith, arcane in nature...
At dawn something ancient comes...
In bloodied script, the draughtsman punctuates off-color gossips...
They come together to shed blood...
Feels like a comic book kind of day...
Make love, not war...
When housing becomes a military matter...
Aboard the tanker, we could hear the rust's screams...
Articles of faith, arcane in nature...
At dawn something ancient comes...
In bloodied script, the draughtsman punctuates off-color gossips...
They come together to shed blood...
Feels like a comic book kind of day...
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