Battle scarred
and so.. beneath the scarlet skies a battle rages clink-clank sounds of blood-soaked axes shaped in tongues cutting deep into crevasses of sanity violate the fragile truce provoked these waves of madness lurking like synchronized agony waiting beyond my pivots of glee lost, yet again demented laughter battle scarred armor failing too often… when will it end?
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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