Logicain The Royal Goth Seventh 3


That into horizontal vortex many insignificant messages exchange
between portals spirits manifest. I can see them hear it?
Them are those voices not remorseful but resourceful. It's now the violin the whole time plays on extreme high pitch tones.

All those abrupt fast movements then slow to your highness.
Then bow to me peasants or be less than cut throat. All I am done with
this roast no more jokes soaked decode this waste basket.
Any turd stacked it bad habit cigarette smoking a tad bit lovely.

It's always warm to being a Satanist the crown royal being of them all.
The unforeseeable seven oracles foretold that.
I would be underground dreamy castle white chapel beneath it
dungeons and magic. The grapple excitement tackles the idea heinous
marvelous stainless steel working a figure.

I am to be out how to pay my bills. I'm realistic rear ended story the
hope is gory. This is a statement shifting maximum circulatory experience.
The black candle lit filled within this room, a thousand two bat wings
scattered over the floor. As I sit empty in a deep meditation
as the candles turn to white.

I read the book of died courses to cast a spell on unknown forces rise
inside he skulls of the dead against.
It would be enemy's time to seek allies from Scotland the aisle
fall back to chaos days are long.
I'm hungry what shall I eat? I am lord mighty counselor ruler seeker of
darkness boss been not humane.

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