Where Cinders Drown
Taste torment in trickles draining teardrops' salty repair. A cadaver's mercy... The flintlock fluidly conducting despair. Crawl through the ashes. Crawl, scrape, and glean. Crawl and spin madness. Crawl for your queen.
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This morning's musical influence.