Peculiar Contrast, Perfect Light

My Blackest self, whose whitest death, is luxury. I am no stranger anymore. The world is love to me. My Blackest self, whose whitest death, is luxury. I am no stranger anymore. The world is love to me. My Blackest self, whose whitest death, is luxury. I am no stranger anymore. The world is love to me. My Blackest self, whose whitest death, is luxury. I am no stranger anymore. The world is love to me.