Sempiternal
treading through the bog
rising mist burns my eyes until they
melt and fall out with my soul
following in pursuit;
I'm putty in your hands,
so make me in your image, O' Lord,
and let humanity do the rest.
rising mist burns my eyes until they
melt and fall out with my soul
following in pursuit;
I'm putty in your hands,
so make me in your image, O' Lord,
and let humanity do the rest.
Ask me anything
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