First Day
In this moment I’ve woken up
Under a grey bridge in a white city
That I know is unknown to me.
The street littered with black cats
Because the storm is coming.
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In this moment I’ve woken up
Under a grey bridge in a white city
That I know is unknown to me.
The street littered with black cats
Because the storm is coming.
That according to The Book of Kings the owls are not what they seem though one might still come to judge by playing the harbinger and (yes) entering Heaven by ‘fire.’ It was ‘by fire’ that Elijah (אֵלִיָּהוּ) defended the train and rite... Continue →