I crawl like an ant in mourning
Over the weedy acres of your brow
To mend the immense skull plates and clear
The bald, white tumuli of your eyes.
I crawl like an ant in mourning
Over the weedy acres of your brow
To mend the immense skull plates and clear
The bald, white tumuli of your eyes.
Not making this stuff up, just reporting. 🧪
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Not making this stuff up, just reporting. 🧪
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and the commercials were not mute-able
and the rose-colored vibes were more palatable
and the commercials were not mute-able
and the rose-colored vibes were more palatable
To Manannan's shining Gate.
You lead the dead, along that path,
to meet our final fate.
The joke's on us, we find within,
A land of laughter and of mirth.
Without the touch, of your white wings,
We cannot have rebirth.
((Hymnal to The Morrígan))
To Manannan's shining Gate.
You lead the dead, along that path,
to meet our final fate.
The joke's on us, we find within,
A land of laughter and of mirth.
Without the touch, of your white wings,
We cannot have rebirth.
((Hymnal to The Morrígan))