He got in the depths of the jungles of Java a symbol as old as the sun – our great father. Its angles are bent to four different directions yet of the Vast Nothingness it's a reflection for such is the might of the force it contains that it his own lifeline has forever changed. To bear such a symbol is power and blight but if it all else should for him turn to night that will be the cost of the horror he's wrought of all of the sadness he himself begot. For at his fourth chakra it sits bright and bent and until his chi shall be too-fully spent to bear up its beauty he'll have at his chest a swastika unlike most all of the rest.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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