We take our color from the mines;
A frost of ash atop our coarse dark hair.
With brimstone flecks in the linarite of our
eyes, We see what lies in darkness—
Black holes to hell.
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We take our color from the mines;
A frost of ash atop our coarse dark hair.
With brimstone flecks in the linarite of our
eyes, We see what lies in darkness—
Black holes to hell.
read more...