"Officer"
@danceofthedead.bsky.social
LIKE MOTHS THAT FLY INTO THE FLAME, IT ALWAYS ENDS UP SO.
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When the sun goes down,
The armies of the voiceless,
Several hundred thousand strong...
Come in without their bandages,
Their voices raised in song.
The armies of the voiceless,
Several hundred thousand strong...
Come in without their bandages,
Their voices raised in song.
December 24, 2024 at 4:45 AM
When the sun goes down,
The armies of the voiceless,
Several hundred thousand strong...
Come in without their bandages,
Their voices raised in song.
The armies of the voiceless,
Several hundred thousand strong...
Come in without their bandages,
Their voices raised in song.