not today

It was a plain day, planting seeds and sewing buttons Wooden chair creaking rhythmically The flutter of wings amongst the boughs Apple pie wafting on the windowsill

the four horsemen

Galloping through the glen, only fools rush in; heeding no warning - they come. Seven seals, covenants; doctrines of fate opened. One By One Scorched earth, battle ax brawls, plague of mankind & the rider, the pale horse shrieks nigh. Seraphim banshees unabashedly blanketing the unmarked ones for saving. They guard against tyranny, the mortal... Continue Reading →

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