Cotidie Morimur, Cotidie Commutamur El Tamen Aeternos Esse Nos Credimus

De Nihilo, Nihilum

30 jul 2010

7 - Seven

I decided not to ask for help, the rain was heavy and dark. I had to control my series of problems that water the sunflowers.
The voice comes closer by the hand of the end of times. Forged with fire and hammer, my actions were written over the multicolored facets of the furthest of the existing Suns.
On space I fell, turned and I was no more.

The beast will play...

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