There were spires in the sky
And the symbols atop each one seemed to scream defiance at the clouds above
It was cold
The ground was glass-hard
Feeling almost brittle beneath my feet
And I wasn't dreaming
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About Me
- Ozeon
- I seem to be a somewhat odd fellow with eclectic tastes. I like to play guitar as well as write songs, I also like religious debate... It gets me excited in odd ways.
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