27th Raven's Head (Darkness Showing Through The Head Of The Raven)
Sunlight, cold outside, no wings for covering. Wasp nest, spider's web sacred in everything. Good day to give away and embrace the enemy with broad arms, to wrap around, draw in and suffocate.
How can we be free till all our bridges burn on endless roads with no hope for return? It terrifies us.
Dumb luck. Stupid fuck crowned as a holy king, blessed with a rotten tongue, pig's blood and sparrow wing, spat from a wretched mouth sweet song of heresy. Black soul's second sight. Too late, the alchemist.
How can this be lead when all our dreams were gold? The light that was inside is cold as stone.
How can we absolve the things we did not speak? The heart is black and riddled with disease. It vilifies us.