Spectral Lore
Single • 2019
as the clouds fix the heavens, and the mountains wait before the sea; as the rain renews the river and the root brings water to the tree; so the fascists now among us, smirking with the drunken glee of empty minds, are buoyed by the masses of the cowards too unconcerned or self-obsessed to take a side; and so may our rage leap forth in fire and our hearts sing with years of grief and hurt and may our swords and arrows retain their sharpness, for these fuckers will make us wield them soon.
Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 14, 2025
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