I am the Cardinal

Go back to the hive.

Quickly, quietly.

Grab your pitchforks

Grab your flames.

I walked the stromy beaches with sand in my eyes.

Blinding me from the sorrows of the ocean.

It doesn't matter though

Though it doesn't matter.

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