It seems as of recent a darkness has been stoking itself towards the edge of winding itself inside of its' own demonic transformations. ...

To make it through another day, I find I must pray to not sway to not say what I got to say, and yes I must behave yet not be a slave to...

Divoc spirits abound, all while my mind stays ridden with the sheer pestilence prodding and seemingly fraught with man's uncertain timely...

The sewage has long been sewn. The cesspool fraught with vomit, and putrid toxicity continually reveling, reviling, over-promising,...