owlish eyes

owlish eyes deep in the look of things in the night of insecurity of souls distant from the light. Wolfish mouths speak of things of fear that make fear the giant we have not seen yet hide from it save us from this madness of seven seconds. Save us oh light of heaven the dumb has a song we he have not heard and the stammer is confuse by his song that tells a tale of one born on a craddle in the clouds.


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