We’re living in a den of thieves

Cold indifference cut you, like a slab you lack any discretion when broken. Pan, your shadow’s coming over your eyes – you may be able to see but there’s no light coming in, just the screaming and the wailing, constant din din din.

Posted by Sam Brooks on http://www.sambrux.blogspot.com/

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