The Arcane

Here in the garden of the arcane delights dark shadows overwhelm us and and we become blind. Blind to the needs of those who would be free from the breath of fear and the prisons of the mind ahhhh... Amidst the throes of perplexity, freedom moves amongst us in her hand is held the seed Extermination angels stood beside the road In violent retribution for the seeds that we have sown... ahhhh...