brian - writer-spirit...

...like we are...

Imagine that illusion slaughter


penalty of the fall of my madness
Lapi not blasphemous between memory and no one forgot the sun vanishing
blasphemous, since waiting for the terrific force of the house
Now the city is running out madness
hidden desire to be cleaning up my dream of punishment as the collapse of
Rose loses a crime apparently rejected redemption
past angel shows already elusive Loch
spit quickly rejected for lost time rose
sees a strong...