"Holy Gaia, grind my bones to dust."
Every day I long for this,
Yet She keeps me here,
Lightning cracking down the whip from
Her to me.
I do as She wills. I must.
"Holy Gaia, grind my bones to dust."
Every day I long for this,
Yet She keeps me here,
Lightning cracking down the whip from
Her to me.
I do as She wills. I must.
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