Fire on the banks of the Ozark lakes of lime, my chosen drenching domain of desire.
The stars shine a fine pyre, I dance in hot air as the smooth stones bleed a most delicious quenching water.
Alas, the arch gods of God reign sooth upon my soul, heaven's happy lamentation of a rising millennial empire.
The stars shine a fine pyre, I dance in hot air as the smooth stones bleed a most delicious quenching water.
Alas, the arch gods of God reign sooth upon my soul, heaven's happy lamentation of a rising millennial empire.