Bow down.
Gaze at my feet.
I am desolate
and crowded
all in one.
Suspended in states.
Vanquisher
of the promised land.
Usurper
of redemption.
Nothing will ever change.
Faith
and the faithless.
Falling forever
and ever
and ever.
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Author:
Seraphel (
Offline) - Published: August 15th, 2026 17:43
- Category: Gothic
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