The Bride of MantusThe brass bells ring in jubilance Through the halls of matrimony A wonderous day is to be celebrated Quietly isolated, gazing above the tarnished gothic pillars Visible are Sacred figures, peering down the corridors of a desolate mass Faces marred in a somber, ancient glow Curiously shines through the vivid stained glass Depicting thy holy sceneThe Bride of Mantus
Walking past the abandoned rows of seats, I reach the wooden altar Traditional candles of marriage cradle Mantus and his bride My promised offerings to the bride of Mantus A rusted iron hammer, a vile of vinium
RadioNew Year's Eveit's that great time of year everyone here in the same state the grey that dims the lights rises from the blunts and the pipes. the chill night airNew Year's Eve
brushes out the smoke in my hair until the descent to the underground vent beneath civic center plaza, where the bent and the broken and the spent collect. the walk is not far to the third car where i sit and strain to refrain
from wording with these people strange. tides of bodies in turmoil try to spoil my mood, but i'm much too awake to care while i watch where the hungover shiver and quake, too many fig
Devious Journal Entry
Tense
and what kind of beanie did you want me to make you? i know we discussed it in carl's junior, but after that night, everything that doesn't involve concerts or shootings is a blur.
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The polar Cat
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