[09:45.00]Barren, first, the golden nest.
[09:45.00]The budding breast.
[09:45.00]Bloated with mystical, imaginary potential that pause in glory with thoughts of ghost, fled.
[09:45.00]The ebbing, unknown wound.
[09:45.00]The disfigured prison of resonant debauchery;
[09:45.00]Seeping through cracks, corroded with mold.
[09:45.00]Blissfully ignorant insanity.
[09:45.00]Misled prayers for sunshine in the hopeless, godless cathedral of rapid time.
[09:45.00]Like a tsunami of death, a roaring river of blood, drowning the life out of all that was good.