Words are my religion.
Letters are their priests.
The crow will grow from pigeon.
The truth will rise from mist.
I will abandon morals.
I’ll mix and lose control.
I’ll praise creative chaos;
The brashness of my soul.
Words are my religion.
Letters are their priests.
The crow will grow from pigeon.
The truth will rise from mist.
I will abandon morals.
I’ll mix and lose control.
I’ll praise creative chaos;
The brashness of my soul.
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