There grows a rose
Twixt Satan’s toes,
It toils in soil unaware.
For Pandemonium’s day
It holds its sway;
In a shadow’s shadow it
Rests in peace,
Despite Pandemonium’s ways.
Views from a frantic angle.
4 February 05
There grows a rose
Twixt Satan’s toes,
It toils in soil unaware.
For Pandemonium’s day
It holds its sway;
In a shadow’s shadow it
Rests in peace,
Despite Pandemonium’s ways.
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