Necronomichron

Endless alternate pathways... other realities...
Another me, another you, another everything
The key lies within this sacrament
The herb of the unholy dead
Our world is shaped by persistence, the quest for our true will
The spirits' voices push us further into our madness
Our future is hidden in smoke
We waste our lives talking to the dead
Breathe deeply, inhale the fog of the dead risen from their graves



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Aguilar
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