i am the fire, that all consuming conflagration, that melted Pompeii and fuels the uncivilized beast within me, I am the thunder that shakes your foundation and leaves you excited, scared, and gasping for air.
My hands shaped the heaven's and tore down Olympus, leaving fake gods and goddesses, shells of spent power. take not my kindness for weakness, lest my wrath be swift you leave you speculating glory that could have been yours.
Come unto me, yet tread lightly, because the false and trifling will be left shivering and struck dumb. But for the brilliant and remarkable, oceans of wonder will be yours.
The smell of deep purple
6 years ago
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