Ode to murk:

Rideth upon infidelity, Ov'r the night i dream, Gasps my breaths , Where are the stakes once i fiend? Hail of pyrrhonism , Braved all my lost hypothesis, Fostered by illusions, What my myth once has praises. Made of black rose, Sextus and sexta lay Waxed in fire and the light, Adieu , adieu ,... Continue Reading →


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