28 | They/She | Bi
That profits dominate what's right
A natural quality of our civilization
Our wings fold calmly in the night
I need to see our species burning
I need to taste the world erased
Death is pale from ashes smoldering
We need to feel his cold embrace
That profits dominate what's right
A natural quality of our civilization
Our wings fold calmly in the night
I need to see our species burning
I need to taste the world erased
Death is pale from ashes smoldering
We need to feel his cold embrace