A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
[...]
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
[...]
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
the average normie minnesotan is like "this is stalingrad this bakhmut all your children will die in the ice"
the average normie minnesotan is like "this is stalingrad this bakhmut all your children will die in the ice"