In this embrace, a burning purity cleanses the spirit when the
flesh must sleep. These eyes are those of the masses, they see
thru those of the dead.
The prophecy painted in blood, “you will rot if you sacrifice the
bread for your beleif”. (faith) Rise [devotion] and burn them
all. One sun in this cold sky, unforgiving and unlovung.
A farewell kiss for a priceless time.