the golden gun

piecemeal, the whole is devoured, in time. galaxies are unfolding in the eye of the believer, awake until the yawn of time. species of roaming carcasses preach holy words with sweetened tongues, as if it were too tempting. effortlessly, the wizard etches a curse upon the sour stone prepared for a sacrificial offering (it was a betrayal to Nature and good conscience). love ripples in waves, crashing in upon the jetties. nothing can hold back the tide forever.

gloating in the shimmering moonlight, dawn anxiously awaits the dragon who breaths fire onto dust. taking chances with the last member of the only clan impartial, our hero awaits his faith to relieve his burden. sins were simmering on the stove before we got there, but it didn’t matter, anyway.

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