Jun 21, 2023
Blame my soul
Oh, setting Sun,Thy red rays maketh me cry.They remind me of the oneWhose slumber wakes me in the sky. While you carry on with your sad little life, morning follows night and the seasons never seem to move the shadows in your soul. That soul you believe to be immortal in some way, the soul that you have tarnished -not me, not ever- and now keeps you awake at night. I am innocent of your woes,…
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