Monday, September 18, 2006

To ponder the descent...qui custos es mei

To teeter, fulcrum's edge, feet like talon and steely eye clutching and surveying at once one precipice of a canyon of psychosis; yet with souls sheathed in the armor of God we are the broadsword of mental accuity laying waste with fierce and bloody dominion the black and featureless chasm of numbing instinctual thought which defines that ruin below.

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