As he grew up, he saw the world. The sins and the chains, the marches towards nowhere; some looking for the next loot, others just a small boon for what we call soul.
It was easy to surrender to the darkness foretold, so easy... that he couldn't do it.
Call it madness, call it hope.
[Some of my lines on Bluesky] It was easy to surrender to the darkness foretold, so easy... that he couldn't do it.
Call it madness, call it hope.
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