Encased in ash breathing in fetters of vines, scroll through time, scattering the water of ancient days. Corrupt by insecurities that run wild through his character enslaving him in the movement he has no belief in, entranced by sunbursts traveling through twisted dimensions bringing him rest and joy. guttural voices with intrepid strength spanning across the expanse wavering not to emotions of fleeting weakness, drowning despair in a sea of unprecedented joy. Metal swallowed by fire refining the corrupt out, creating metal pure unbreakable. Tension resides in the trivial way of the sullen, destroyed by the mind that keeps them tormented, tails of time ridiculed to fragments of dust torn in two by the winds that distribute gnarled principles.
About the Creator
Johnny Gerbrandt
Love lifting, love writing, love designing. My journey is a strange one but I love it. learning constantly.
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