Im'a dangerous beast
When my hand touches you
you become the unknown darkness
At the end of the shaking branch.

You bloom without any name
then wither away.
This unknown darkness which makes you moved to tears
is lit up by the memories. 

And i cry all night long. My cry eventually becomes
the whirlwind of a night  and shakes the tower.
It will then become a crack when it permeates the rock.
Dear, my bride in a veil.

-The Great Seducer.✍


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Well I've been there, sitting in the same chair
Whispering the same prayer half a million times
Its a lie though
Buried in disciples
One page of the Bible isn't worth a life.

-Wrabel, The Village.✍