Scar Death Magic
They Won't Find Us on the Far Side
On the moon, there is peace
There are no trenches
There are no arms
The explosions are dead
Soft space armistice where we can sleep in the craters
Roll in the moondust where no one’s footprints can be found
Angel of combat and misled creator cease to be
mythical mystics built on a pipe dream
If there is any hope
we can swim through the stars and be
the beings we were before this war.
There are no trenches
There are no arms
The explosions are dead
Soft space armistice where we can sleep in the craters
Roll in the moondust where no one’s footprints can be found
Angel of combat and misled creator cease to be
mythical mystics built on a pipe dream
If there is any hope
we can swim through the stars and be
the beings we were before this war.
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three more chapters, thank you for new subs, recs & comments <3xo sunny