Countess Kalika---distilled blood of martyrs impaled in the cross of Christ tears of our broken seraphs tortured they all lie. the omen inside breaking through our womb disturbing not the silence of our fathers tomb the evil that arises within the cold flames in the cradle of reverie arch angels proclaim forsake all men in the devil's advocate the brutal wounds laced to strip down our own faith
Countess Kalika
Anphetamekhan
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