WHEN THE SKY POURS DOWN LIKE A FOUNTAIN
I KNEW IT WOULD COME TO THIS (THE OLD HORIZON)
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WE'RE FLOATING IN SPACE
THESE CORROSIVES DO THEIR MAGIC
ONWARDS AS THE WORLD SINKS
I'll CRY DIAMONDS WHILE YOU BURN
THERE CAN BE NO THOUGHT OF FINISHING
Images by Geoff Diego Litherland. All Rights Reserved

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