▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ஜ۩۞۩ஜ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Return our blood to the soil, Nokhoin duun oyrto-o
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ஜ۩۞۩ஜ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Words of a mother, Soft was the sound,
Bury your brother, Lower him down,
Plant his sword in the earth,
Lay his shield on the ground,
Leave your prayers in this dirt,
There's no god to be found.


❃❁❃❁❃❁❃❁❃❁❃ ❃❁❃❁❃❁❃❁❃❁❃

*Entropy*

clouded, farther than the periphery, smeared electronics flood the stairwell. banished formants glow through chain links. a distant storm, an empty breeze is stuck on pause. shapes contest their own shadows in the noise. my mind is hunted, tangled and wrung out by endless phantom waves. offer unto yourself the endless expanse. offer them the REPLIKA.