Is not this the irony of fate that a crow?
mad slaughter strongly meets ruddy!
fatal wind cries ...
transient dissociation of the fear of shadows
black lips on the morning spit always
when wound
naively reveals the body of your house ...
omnipresent mother flees only now
is it not dead heart goes crying?
blasphemous fear dancing impatiently!
forgotten ghosts like to burn
to life
abyss is to steal the iron hand
Lapi memory lethal angel
see my blasphemous dissociation
Loch crow darkness for burns
black ravens kill his fear as the reality