18 Oct 2010 | de

God is dead. Worship. The world is empty. Replacements are hiding in the gold in the paper passed from hand to hand. We bow. Endless lines of nods and halos over the given and spent. We rise from the earth glory days spinning out of control. We die, memories forgotten except in the hearts of [...]

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