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o, what a golden boy; made of whispers of oracles and the winter becoming the spring.
he breathes and prophets collapse in conviction and when he blinks it rains; gold, silk, and powerful
he is rapture, he is skin touching earth and making it crack:

he is the son of god, he is the song of gods, and he will tear this town apart.

anger sing prophet of the wrath of achilles, of an angel in anti-america, of the deep south pushed deeper into hell;

if you wish to meet the voice of god, you will.

iliad of appalachia {g.s.} (via punkwarren)

(Source: ghostwarren, via drraemccoy)

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