Thinking is more interesting than knowing, but less interesting than looking. - Goethe

Citadel of Cathedrals Black

10 nominations

Where does ash go When the sun sinks under? Whilest hearts at night get filled with sorrow, Demons laugh and cringe again when they shudder at the thought: God on the mountain of light sounding with a voice like thunder. Where do the stars go When Blackened cathedrals hide the sky? Hypocrytes wonder the streets, gods living among themselves. Angels cry and rejoice again when they shudder at the thought: Lamb's crimson blood purely staining these hearts of sorrow. Satan alone in the caverns of failure, empty and hollow...

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