Divergent

in hive-111825 •  3 years ago  (edited)

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Serpent blasphemy in the dead languages, where the trees dry in silence of the innocent who is lost in the sky.


Lake of shadows that reigns over the fears of the mirrors of life, sailing aimlessly alone a vulgar lie with thorns of sin.


Skinless soul that only takes refuge in the solitude of the ringing of bells without faith, my prayers are only howls of wolves, like my covoyote shadows disguised as lambs.

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