Though the words arent mine, though their God doesnt want me,
Echo ringing true and clear like a chant through the halls of a Cathedral.
Empty and black.
What more could there be but a hollow space left by those who used to stand in it.
Echo ringing true and clear like a chant through the halls of a Cathedral.
Empty and black.
What more could there be but a hollow space left by those who used to stand in it.
juno106:
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