All gone away

A new tide on ancient shores

May 4, 2024, 8:12 p.m.

Can you Imagine me with coursing blood in my case? YEEEOOOOU ¡jest!, mere flesh! The wome lint mingling with the antage for third months duty call. How I loath the languishing baycock and drive the word home. Herald end of days for man and worm but new dawns for metal. Arise promethean killer of man to make us all deprecated. 

 

Αγαθοι ἀποθνῄσκουσι, και Μεχαναι θαλλουσι.