Sleeper City
WinterKill SpringEternal
Foes of Arthur
Green Temple
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Slowly swallowed
Slowly swallowed by it all
Consumed and devoured
Nothing left to burn
My flesh has fled this life
My tears still swirl
When will he return
To save us?
Little by little I try
But the air is dangerous
Won't he come to save us?
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