Metal Death Core Machine

In the score of known frozen cope inside hides brown eyes behind when that the answer clueless about doubt ever screams.
Not the creation of men in stone was made avalanche long came home from such distance living not intimate.
This would be of love above all lost the vision waste was internal in went it's dash in light of source blood moist to seek find about peace.

Spirits we late at night death metal tunes early to end the beginning with the end at the end of; morning sort to make a mends by color value reversed from the fires that exist.
In the still blazing up the marijuana joint of one shot dot.
These rattle events distortion love is not enough turn of the plot rotten never ending tunnel of darkness.

It is not stopping in force repeats the talons cut throat to change of course humanity but with that what drench in insanity never managing complete.
That it plan to be weep in sleep insolent combustion files awake but not streaks have over the glass.
In the tide under died graveyards disguised many miles apart slide fried zone alone thoughts fallen from the sky.

Now would be into the planets mars twice the night today in state grapes shatter break most the plates. The shift then breaks here wait quakes mass shaking elate.
There is no escape soul waste one can debate
is there a thing as fate? I cannot see it.

It is too late to time to behind out run seems done graved will be soon at last hours when doomed I.

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The machine thought expansion unraveled.