Now chaos has pitched a tent in my pasture, a kind of circus tent like a tan toadstool in the land of giants. O all night long the voices of the damned and saved keep me awake and, basso, the evangelist. Fire & brimstone, thunder & lightning, [...]
Now chaos has pitched a tent in my pasture, a kind of circus tent like a tan toadstool in the land of giants. O all night long the voices of the damned and saved keep me awake and, basso, the evangelist. Fire & brimstone, thunder & lightning, [...]
