ust as a candle cannot burn without fire, men cannot live without a spiritual life.
woensdag 27 januari 2010
Dionysus
Running through the woods, mad with ecstacy. We got lost in the rain while trying to forget the pain Kronos bestowed upon us in his chaotic rage. We fell upon our knees before the serpents vine, as we drenched out bodies in wine. Everything was clear, we now knew. I was Dyionysus!
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