21st of February 1899

Editorial Two of Clayby R. J. Frogvarian Wandering hands of rough earth,Desire untold through them crossed.Desire they will heed at any cost,In Desire they will prove their worth. To new life! To immaculate birthOf a companion embossedWith loss and lost, too quickly lost,Before any mirth. Only stirred waves remain;Forth they beckon the heartTo seek the closureContinue reading “21st of February 1899”

3rd of January 1899

Editorial Gods, I am afraid, have disappointed me before. Painfully truthful divinations, painlessly sweet lies that rot the soul. Curses that permeate existence. One must imagine that divinity is a harsh ordeal. Power corrupts, as is known – what, then, when power is one’s birthright? Are gods capable of corruption? Or perhaps born corrupt? PontificationsContinue reading “3rd of January 1899”

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