yourhydra

How strange This abomination... an execution, while play The howling strings Of the cellos Of the veins Of the time Of humanity. To the discord Are the who and what, the how and the why Ever lost to that of the cords of the strings of the howling of History. "Fix this", they cry, the masses whose words fester and boil, carried words, spoken indirect of the leaders of the struggles of the home of the brave The final breath of humanities dying words "in ashes, from ashes" She speaks, so melancholy of the future of the present of the past of Civilization. "World!" She pleads with a cry, so finishing "Heed an