Deafheaven Tunnel Of Trees

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Barren, first, the golden nest. The budding breast
Bloated with mystical, imaginary potential that paused in glory with thoughts of ghosts, fled
The ebbing, unknown wound. The disfigured prison of resonant debauchery;
Seeping through cracks, corroded with mold

Blissfully ignorant insanity
Misled prayers for sunshine in the hopeless, godless cathedral of rapid time
Like a tsunami of death, a roaring river of blood, drowning the life out of all that was good