If I could have a moment with you, I'd throw all your limbs down a laundry shoot. It wouldn't be cruel, just what you accrued. Pressure it boils till smoke ensues 🦇 🧠
EVEN IN THIS GARDEN OF GARDENS I AM THE GOD OF THE GAPS I AM THE DEMON OF SODOM I AM THE BLOOD OF AN ANGEL THE FATE OF THE FALLEN NOBODY KNOWS WHERE I CAME FROM EVEN I HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW CAN I ALREADY LOSE MY WAY LIKE THIS? DROWNING IN BURNING BRIGHT ABYSS EVEN AT STRATOSPHERIC