First there's nothing. Takes a long time. Piece by piece. It comes together He makes drawings. Turns them into real things. Simple paintings. Of caves long ago Just like a game. Always a
"To seek the sacred river Alph. To walk the caves of ice. To break my fast on honey dew. And drink the milk of paradise. ". . I had heard the whispered tales. Of immortality. The deepest
"To seek the sacred river Alph. To walk the caves of ice. To break my fast on honey dew. And drink the milk of Paradise. " I had heard the whispered tales. Of immortality. The deepest mystery
when great Satan's gone, the * of Babylon. She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed, she caves The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran's mute. If you burn them all together