α³α»α±αα β’ πα’ααΊα β’ αααα α
A scatter shot ..my brain thoughts ..are racing through my head. Canβt tell ..fact from fell ..to utter nonconviction. Are we living ..or are we dead ..this is what we sought
A blind eye is treasure wrought ..I xx thee finder fought ..lucanaβs call a siren drawl ..luring hidden guise
Grasp full ..your actions past ..and wounds that have since festered ..a septic root does wither ..the entirety of the lot
And so it is














