The air cut through death of my brain dead slain insane him with no name.
It's now saying forget fame doomed drained kept pain.
This would be to explain worth of blame of everything that is everyone.
Who is that?
The idiot acts on earth in their lame to fake for things gone real
It's of passion of people to know when the worse has come.
It's rage in the world.
I see plans being disturbed bring to me emptiness in souls of mine frozen
to keep remain them.
Able it's caught unsettled in my vessels meaning chain barrier.
The ordained are to execute this body to the most dead destruction offense properly.
Then score touchdown game because it's nothing hence
fluent ground language for.
I have been desecrated under such suggestive cycles ain't it?
The nonsense meant what realms falling into after all less than salt.
Its unhealthy wholesome came brought to the world
failed excel mode is done.
This is so well without shelves for the books to be on those felt.
Then above poor about funds no fun not to have some.
This would explain what has been done.
When it's nothing wasn't complete less than one too called god!
The almighty incomplete stunts are a facade.
I grunt and snarl when myself to save dismay speaking of no emotion.
I've concentrated on getting a new deal open.
I have not yet given to self for the rest of the day.
I said under human rates realms giving here opinions when gave no meaning.
I am seeing turns of spirits dark shade lights not flashing.
It seems that it happened less grappling thoughts.
The choices that I not understand
humans have made once again tragic this be a book.
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The destructions of addiction facing the components of time the after affects.