gojira

“Rooted within the pitch-black heart, entrenched behind weary eyes, in the faraway song the cold sea sung in the calm whisper of winds afar. It lies, calls and awaits deep in the primeval dark, embodiment of despair that never leaves or severs the ties.”

“Ein Bier… bitte.”
– cmb

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