Dark Shackles Path


This love is of now pure essence in twelve of the sense lessons of an expression. With it doom begins to tell drench of a soul goes on through. It is the malice cold old ice melting away the glacier. The mirrors are broken to stone. I took them alone into the eyes of the flame. I end left alone with no hope best friend minimum.
The heart is gone ripped from my torso then breaking down walls.

The labor to death loans had grown wake up to nag most bleeding in the morgue. Now of course to be the explorer jumping through portals or from life unborn dice continue to slice.
The humans made more of choice to simple interaction of some sort. The cells in closure from crimes committed exposed to the public. It is in a struggle to rustle for survival idols.

The glam is a sham am busy these people with money chasing aims. I'm in this it is a miss family that wants to exist. From the dread it is now two pounds full. It wills not slowed in mail are bells ringing owls hovering over the towers in fog. To be cursed at the day of my birth.

It was a thousand years before shamed and hurt by those idiotic psyches. Be it blamed for worse onto me ash tree massive scale. The stain dirt returns to me to her my lady bug these roots in. They are in our bond at first protected from outsiders opposite from our rebellion.

It ended it was the turf that extended beyond the valley of hymns. For I deal across the shining unsealed a self of steel to reveal knowledge. Nothing came was too much when coming to understand. What is not real a death to heal something in vast of ill thrills. The pills are taken hold in a land without guilt in filth to be hip uncommon ramen taste wrong whip.

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To be expressed consequence of certain behaviors that lead to no good end.