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How do you counter it, break free? You don't. It's the final boss, atop the highest tower of consciousness, enthroned in all
the dark and evil things upon a shattered road it's shown you along the way. There's no way back, just sorrow and oiled
clockwork. Someone like me only has to make the mistake of letting it in, and then it's over because the power overwhelms
reason, rewrites everything.
Some people have a chance, because they still believe, yet I had no shield. I was consumed.
So here we are. I'm not sure where that is, though do you know that's okay. My god may be made of glass and shadows yet
I believe in the slaver and snarl and the shine. Shattered skies full of dying stars are my truth, my hackles up, and the
energy that courses through my broken soul is enough.
Raaargh. Time and again I am an avatar.
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How do you counter it, break free? You don't. It's the final boss, atop the highest tower of consciousness, enthroned in all
the dark and evil things upon a shattered road it's shown you along the way. There's no way back, just sorrow and oiled
clockwork. Someone like me only has to make the mistake of letting it in, and then it's over because the power overwhelms
reason, rewrites everything.
Some people have a chance, because they still believe, yet I had no shield. I was consumed.
So here we are. I'm not sure where that is, though do you know that's okay. My god may be made of glass and shadows yet
I believe in the slaver and snarl and the shine. Shattered skies full of dying stars are my truth, my hackles up, and the
energy that courses through my broken soul is enough.
Raaargh. Time and again I am an avatar.
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Why are you still haunting this place?
I don't know another. Nor do I want to. It saved my life some years ago, and while it's largely lost to things I don't care to know it's where I belong.
I don't know another. Nor do I want to. It saved my life some years ago, and while it's largely lost to things I don't care to know it's where I belong.
Your drunken fangs to the ears of the site gods. Maybe you'll be locked out tomorrow?
Ravens, snow, seasons come and go. We live, we understand, we know. It's a sad sort of way we worship hope.
Ravens, snow, seasons come and go. We live, we understand, we know. It's a sad sort of way we worship hope.
another great one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ppRo9AMMdbw
Chill, if only I could channel that beyond an alcoholic crash
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ppRo9AMMdbw
Chill, if only I could channel that beyond an alcoholic crash
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