Goth Bleed Destined Drip, Sip the Blood Like Tea From The Tree Of Knowledge Greens Like The Garden of Life

Open the grimoire divine and see the petals, the leaves that signal the keys of the of your functions, of your thoughts stumbling towards your goals. Of that which is not, and that which is not what we say it is but actually something much more. We will find ourselves in the darkness, yet here we are doing nothing but attempting to lighten everything we see. . .