Time Kills Everything
Biolich
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Within catatonic subsistence below dirt and ice, may the light from your halo
guide your lobotomy and may those hollow sockets never find eyes to witness
the beast that now stand in its place
NO WINGS
You have no wings. They've been cut off [since] when you fell from grace so
long ago.
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