There was blood and there was screaming which depleted the good meaning of that fest for the new year – it may imply that doom is near. Though I on the past still ponder yet I surf and pause in wonder at the beauty of this place and its harsh but gentle race. With the power in my third and on my back a thunderbird I shall face the turning tide until the Nothingness arrives.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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