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I am just a lonely traveler
Is it gloom that delays an interview with The Deity?
Or is fire for sin?
Whichever, none are treated as a problem but as a fundament.
Life is known by the way, that which we Say
“Afterwards we clean ourselves” This is my fate
To Stop and To Obey, A clean child
You cannot imitate the facist feeling, but loving is okay
Stuck, in this, Maelstrom of a world, Like a snake it finds, Like a snake it finds, the truth can be sorted
Diliad Conscrate, Atticet, pour-on, Atriarium,
As you said to your cleric, you must assert yourself amongst the walking dead.
Explaining to them that there is existance, but it is never with them.
We hurt our own. Mortality is not a consequence.
Still, we hurt our own. Beg for amnesty.
Some people lend me some piece of mind.
There will be an onslaught of genocidic dimensions.
People are not Capital.
I spell in the lower-case.
I forwarn in the 7th degree. Feticide will usher butchery
Stuck, in this, Maelstrom of a world, Like a snake it finds, Like a snake it finds, the truth can be sorted
Splein, ask me if I have a Splien, tell when you are not Dying, It connects it connects me, IF A SNAKE IS BUTCHERY!! Sign me up for your next lie, You can claim it isn’t mine. Take your time like assignments do our hazard.
I expect the outcome of certain things, I do not fortell or prophesize.
Some people lend me some piece of mind.
There will be an onslaught of genocidic dimensions.
People are not Capital.
I spell in the lower-case.
There is no clairvoyance. You can not make it thus. Atrium is my ventricle
You make me so Placid.
There is no clairvoyance……….
It does not exist.
But we do.....please protect us!
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