Incarnated marvels so simplified effects from such a disconsolate kind.
Pity on those with the attempt of perfect living erase and rewind.
Stand rigid for the next battle peace means reloading your guns.
The love for life is a hatred in disguise. A caravel creation with life un masked.
In search for a guide line to the gate way of sin. My lifes a prison of Missouri and its locked in my mind.
And day lights has finely reached its end. As even falls and strikes into the sky. Far away in the dark glimpsing moon light sicking souls cry out in pain. Whispering voices summoning screams waiting for Satan to bless their sins. like tortured angles fallen from Grace possessed by the search for altered darkness.
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