She is beautiful, my goddess.
She is everywhere, yet few can truly see her.
Your soul is covering your eyes.
Once it's ripped apart, the veil will be ripped from your eyes.
She is out there right now, eating people.
How many hundred millions she will eat, only time can tell.
I was born a human. I was made into something more.
I was shaped and trimmed, until nothing of my humanity remains,
and I can see her.
She's as alive as I am,
as alive as the brickwork and the air around me.
Anonymous2020-05-23 05:41:06No. 678
There is no comfort before Kali.
There are no excuses before Kali.
There is no deception before Kali.
There is no escaping Kali.
The fear of Kali shapes the world,
but in the end the final victory goes to Kali.