𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴'𝚂 𝙰 𝙿𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 ; on the road to judgment day, a ghosting taste of rigor mortis slivers across the waning expanse of bones etched with a 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲, the long winter end of everything. chthonic horror begins in fencing around the heart with a WALL constructed by diligent black-blooded boys who hunger for liberation, where the 𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 ; spilling from raw throats, bleeding like lamb slaughtered, are more important than life itself. 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘧 wild aches, cracked porcelain masks. ❛❛ do y͟o͟u think armin’s right ? ... ❟❟
the descent is always easy, ( a critical analysis on crumbling and falling — men covered in soot and gore, clay feathers stripped for icarus’ bonding agent ) glass teeth crunch over words declared with veins alight, this aluminum contraption of death weighs softer in his hand than the glances from her. [ 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆: another shot ] ❛❛ i can’t keep waiting anymore. 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰. ❟❟
𝚆𝙴𝙴𝙺𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙽'𝚂 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴. @aendeious
