Nai kala,aformi epsaxnes gia na mas peis oti stin epese gkomenaki pou xoreue latin.Originally Posted by freak brother
Nai kala,aformi epsaxnes gia na mas peis oti stin epese gkomenaki pou xoreue latin.Originally Posted by freak brother
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.