Obedient Ghosts :v1:

Obedient Ghosts :v1:

Tom W0rldW1ld

🎧:Obedient Ghosts:

In the shadowfields where the cold suns burn,
They march like echoes, never to return.
Veins made of wire, eyes full of smoke,
Hands that tremble while they tighten the yoke.

And they whisper, “It’s…

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