Broken dust falls from our hands to the grasp of eternity...
eat it all till nothings left to consume but your own flesh...and from the birth of Jonah...
ninety-nine names carved into hands of clay carry our liberation.
eat it all till nothings left to consume but your own flesh...and from the birth of Jonah...
ninety-nine names carved into hands of clay carry our liberation.
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