sorrow

Cog

This world is ruled by wickedness, and these men have the upper hand When you wake up in the morning; […]

Butterflies pounding on the walls of my stomach My heart beat rises , but my voice grows lighter The light

“And when the hourglass has run out, the hourglass of temporality, when the noise of secular life has grown silent

I never believed that need would arise That a day would come when I would consider it the final moment