Project Abandoned
Subtle flicks of the hand, His eyes ever resting on the forms,
Watching them unintelligbly ponder on their creation and existence.
Stunned, numbed by the volleying rage of untrappable Wind in storms,
For Thunderous Heaven resonates His superiority and their ignorance.
Watching them unintelligbly ponder on their creation and existence.
Stunned, numbed by the volleying rage of untrappable Wind in storms,
For Thunderous Heaven resonates His superiority and their ignorance.
5 Comments:
Let me guess where you got that inspiration from...
please continue very soon
why do you artistic geniuses go on loooooooonnnnnngggggggggggggggg breaks????!
long doesn't even begin to describe it
Sorry abt that... Forgot what I wanted to write abt... Hmm, need to see if I can recollect anything
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