Rheden That Crow: Damaged Soul

Around as of now the ground is shaken by the billions who walk. Nail by the explosive of sound fighting for turfs. The record on voices of cloud standing out with a style not connected to others.
To more over not me to mines digress.
I'm unfathomable an asset loud but small to the universe, to be openly in such surplus.

It does in this curse slain onto death without wealth burps vintage words. It is that in hell on earth to find work and work and stay employed. Have to serve stories of all ravens fall rise once again through me.
To be able to want be told that they are all good tailor-made. It is me glow a shadow in the dark from the crevasse sneering shade.

While uncommon a part surrounded by four walls dark, he be longing for heart here or never just keep to Goth dark. It does through a mind this is a good march to uncertain from a time.
Whenever it was peace about Ragnarok ever in seek of being worry free are the gods falling?
Now from the bleeding the weeks lack luster act that the weakness had onto me to meet peril singular.

It is still who follow not in lead I lead not example rose like me to end the stressing and as seen. The teeth the world from poverty hunger hate to late and death impossible. In a way kept in self from life. I write like a knife with this pencil to paper.

It will cut doom when in melt to share a right mythological concept. It will dance to a bee hive gripe until I die a various psychic essence. To wait in silence loud died with nothing but literature ruins. It hurts to try to convince men also women boy or girl.

The dream is a life for a change and might that string. The king is here as I am right never to die moments. The lights to silver the sky with blood ever well will it end? Never again?

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Damaged among the soul.