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Kingston Falls Armada On Mercury

Godspeed. The waves have not slowed. The storm has not ceased. If we make it out tonight, we make it out alive. We make it out tonight. Salt thickens

your nuances in endless succession. "I love you. It's murder". It's me. When will I fall under the spell of the lords of slumber? On "Tormentors",

I've crossed the divide, stepped out of safety. The world spins faster now. I time my every word. Loathing finally takes it's toll. What if all the things

(She was) peace in the madness like the eye of a storm. Overwhelmed by attraction, if not for this, what for? Surrounded by desire, this is all I'll

re intent on living free. Whatever happened to love and kindness? Whatever happened to charity? There's still time for forgiveness when you're intent on

Such a morbid entrance. I take this as a sign. We would see a portrait of love when our eyes collide. When you're between redemption and suicide, hate