lovelikevulture: when the world was swayed to kill the little things that lived off it a man hid himself in the dirt and bones and waited. the clouds roared over with grit and a turmoil that rained black and when the DEVIL saw that it was good, HE moved on. and the man dug his way out. the years underground stifled his voice and when he spoke it rolled out drunk, barechested, bleeding and...
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