inner verses


Beneath waters, under it. Holy shrine and its ubiquitous errand of godly flavours. Look around, you don’t see nobody. Yes, you see yourself in a splatter of thoughts and grievances. Think, you aren’t here for the missed substance. You are here to attain the soul of immortals.
Sanity, here I come and bestow upon you. Embrace me, as if I was inside you and I see you as my nemesis of floral darkness.

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