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  • Minerva

    She calls down from the T.V. tower I alone cry My pale mistress Come with us Blood still hides in the shadows to remind us I know we’ve been forgotten We’ve been abandoned We’re on our own T.V. tower stands alone Overlords enter homes Trample the bones of our neighbors Ignite the homes of old Read more