blvckl0dge: A sweet and a creeping sound Like the rushing of wings was heard around; And suddenly the lamps grew pale- The lamps, before the Archangels seven That burn continually in Heaven. 💖🗝🎀
blvckl0dge: A sweet and a creeping sound Like the rushing of wings was heard around; And suddenly the lamps grew pale- The lamps, before the Archangels seven That burn continually in Heaven. 💖🗝🎀
