The salt congregates in the corners
Of the citadel;
Along the walls, it crawls,
It crawls.
The citadel of iron, it rusts
It rusts.
The salt moves, the salt breathes;
The salt is life,
And disease.
Salt is time,
Time is dying;
Toll the bell,
Seraph of hell.
The citadel congregates
‘Round the mound
Of salt.
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Author:
Joakim Bergen (
Offline) - Published: February 17th, 2023 14:20
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Comments1
It hasn't lost it flavour.
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