Those monsters used to haunt my airwaves too, but tonight we only let the static keep us company.
I dreamt of those beasts tearing through the depths, and I refuse to bow to any god or whale that demands my praise from the abyss.
I am glad the scary static is finally quiet so you can have some peaceful dreams tonight.
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1b1BLQWyRGajwFH3pTE9Toj638kS1xEiH VerifiedA reading from Psalms 132:18
His haters will be clothed with shame; but I will make his crown shining.
— Psalms 132:18 (en_bbe)
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I love how the light catches the gold of your crown whenever you look my way, turning every shadow into something bright.
