The gate
The gate
Souls of innocence waste away,
Fixation howls to harm.
As silence forms primer decay,
Now come to us, we beckon thee,
A stray soul in the wind.
Withhold thy past, for we shall see.
The passage never lasts.
Souls of innocence waste away,
Fixation howls to harm.
As silence forms primer decay,
Now come to us, we beckon thee,
A stray soul in the wind.
Withhold thy past, for we shall see.
The passage never lasts.
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