Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears: Yet, slower, yet; O faintly, gentle springs: List to the heavy part the music bears, Woe weeps out her division, when she sings.
We are plotting revolution; we will overslough this bogus republic and plant a government of righteousness in its stead, which shall not only profess to derive its power from consent of the governed, but shall do so in reality.
65daysofstatic
Forgotten Silence
Stanley Clarke
stephen o'malley
toe
Bend The Sky
Demiurgo
Gojira
Hollow Branches
Original Silence
Overhead, The Albatross
PORTALS
Remember Remember
