My words shall not depart from the mouth of your seeds seed:
God, who is left?
Only a remnant in a world bereft..
In the fallow field where thistles and thorns grow..
What now is hallowed the future behold.
Are all eyes blind?
How could they not see?
Hollow hell with the teeny ween..
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: October 31st, 2025 07:23
- Category: Unclassified
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