Profane Form.

profane form.

City at dusk by 褪色的洋葱

Да, я противный - я мэйню Аньку, че вы мне сделаете я в другом городе

Helmetless Gabe but he looks very similar to V1 because humans, in their pursuit of a perfect killing machine, landed on an angel’s design, true visage and all

There Will Come Soft Rains

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,

And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pool singing at night,

And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,

Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one

Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,

If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself when she woke at dawn

Would scarcely know that we were gone.

By Sara Teasdale (1920)