Published on Tue, 27th Jan 2026 at 00:19
Death is sick; a silhouette sprig of life begets a shield; what more of thee? Drunk on blood, their sins forgiven? ghosts shalt not see the trees. Empty thrones forget the truce; therein lies the innocence of youth. Death is sick; what hand is left to play?
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