(Spring Lake, North Carolina, USA)


High above in the blue expanse, where the heaven's thirteenth hour runs
Just a little to the left, where all mystics try to do their best
A million times the measured mile, bitter weeping rivers run on high I am called a weeping might, who stands within the command of all times
Giant waves of cries and pain from a child, the mortal sin left those scars
All phantom shapes to hunt their game, to create the new maim Ambraeieus is my name, the bitter star of wailing blame, of shame
The wo

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