Uncouth tongues, horrible shriekings of despair; Shrill and faint voices, cries of pain and rage; And, with it all, smiting of hands, were there; Making a tumult, nothing could assuage; To swirl in the air that knows not day or night. (x)
Holy Shit
(Source: humblyjumbly)
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