Purgatory: Shredded Serpent Skin

What miss unable seen to exist an apparition falling into portal opens
a black hole a kiss of death.
This which it shows an effect of him of they left a corpse
many there were zombie like teeth.

It's in the nature counting every single moment they would beloved
have left this myth called hell. It's just won't tell actually
only intended for those. Who are worthy?
Is not known of such ordained knowledgeable that is behind underline.
These go further deep with no will to compromise deny everything.

Love not everyone under the sun it's with one exposure to the
land of the masses that will give no value. That is too basic to understand
option one none selection survival man.
It can stand on its own two feet. Those legs keep going until it
turns to stone. That is breaking this its own eternal damnation everyday
why? Someone is waiting to die praying that it would.

Now soon it happen lights where off the face embrace darkness.
The bleeding are these nights sleeping walk last still hide.
An absolute end the end coming back we will go back to White Chapel
holding onto her hand.

The last time after we had died mortal's side dead cry chosen to be
open crafts to be slayed. There is no creator or savior
just blank it thinks it noting.

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The unfair misfortunes of the dead without an awaken sleep.