๐ท๐ธ๐ฑ๐ฅ ๐๐ฌ๐ช๐ข โโโโโโโโโโโโโโฎ โญ ๐ โ ๐ แพ ๐ ว ๐๐ โญ Speak hath ye watched the horizon for countless hours, eyes awatch over the abysmal sea. Dreamless in uninvaded guard as the blood-red orange sets again and again and again over infinite waters. Speak hath ye by the light of a cold candle risen before the stars hath left the sky, to sit with frozen bone in keels and had black waves fill yer mouth with putrid brine. Now speak hath ye from the thunders of the upper deep heard the wailings of children. Or, the cries of a maiden. Bleak and making yer black blood clod. Ay, speak hath ye seen wooly arm, burst from the sea and salt foam, teeming with weed and cockle shells, crash and burst the bilge of manโs chest with smothering, steaming tempest floods. Speak hath ye seen the coral claw which feeds on the scantiling of souls, spouting the sea with chum. Speak hath ye bear witness to Kushtaka. Speak hath ye dare wade the waters. #30dod โฐโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โ
