Vile

Take my head and roast my carcass.

I have the body of a pig.

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I laugh, yet I bleed these shades of crimson blindness. Where is my reward?

Will this away: the heedless noise, the shifting of the silver tides. Embrace the mountains far aloft with clouds encircled, fair and...

Is it we who look up to the stars? Or do they gaze up toward us?