Is not this the irony of fate that the disintegration of the black?
you steal hurtscie lost heaven as punishment
sick clouds have often
invariably someone dancing
hyaena fallen leaves from fear
damage as a natural wolf zdradzieckiego vulnerable mouth
is it not hidden revenge crazy city?
skrwawionego angel sees dissociation
someone like the red hurts the end of a broken cross
like a host of deceptive you burn
spit
just look how beautiful dreams away
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