Ingentes Atque Decorii Vexilliferi Apokalypsis

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The blade I wield slithers Like a serpent in my hand Yet bites not my enemy Ascending in spirals Cleanse me with the lustre of thine eyes The sand in the hour glass burns at both ends Maiden your name is desire Curse not yourselves, lest you will Not hear the disgustingly euphonious voices Let me sleep through this insomnia Kiss me with your crudely crafted spears

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025