The Cemetary — RampageThoughts

Rows of coffins erected semetrically…. this is where peace comes to die. Names etched in small plaques have been hung carelessly… the dead must be identified. Festering corpses… hollow shells of men whistle as the wind blows through cavities where dreams once dwelled. The world beyond these gates is bright and unmoved by what happens […]

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