Inspired pen

I was shocked by the horror of what happened, accompanied by a halo of wretchedness above my forehead and even a dark uprising from behind me, I seem to be the heir to despair and the maker of sorrow ... The makers of sorrow are hiding under masks that will be revealed from time to time ... buried between graves and setbacks known by the near And distant. The king is on the throne of sorrow, and the joyful time mute my words and even suppress every idea that has come to me ... We are in the non-reality, we are servants of the glories and subjugated to subjugation and humiliation by the subconscious, did your vision endure after this? I will answer my reader, you are willing to understand the meaning slowly ... so stay close to my warm fire and do not warn that it becomes Hashima fire that does not exceed the position that he wanted to put it, I remember when the wounded fatigue from inside, then emerged a thousand idea of a permanent simulates I have been the swindler, I was the swindler who tasted the bitterness of torment, intensified and tarnished the war in my imagination until the conflicting hooligans fought, and all the strong opposition was crushed and found no objection but to replace the middle, the idea came as the incomparable taste bitter but it shows a narcissus cordon smiles with love and love And hope, the saliva of life from my mouth, and became the boy mystical groaning and groaning Until he gathered his soul and walked away and joy contained it does not know that he was imprisoned dream of a few seconds ... Take my longing What I took, as if I was carrying a mountain on my mind, my tears merged with the dust of my beard, and then hovered around me memories briefly, breathed a sigh of relief completed from Where I came, I was furious now ... But what's all this? I swallowed my hair and returned Rushdie to guide him, weaving art difficult, but what about the artist instinct? My eyes widened so I did not lose the tedious details. I took a deep breath, and the anger mixed with panic. I was shocked by the shock. It was a bitter story.

I want to stop being a desire without destiny, even the destiny itself we do not know, and we do not even know its path ... It is complicated something, although it is simpler than encircling my teeth , Is not the knot in the total in the deep grief that increased and did not lead as I expected, I'm only that that comes out of the vortex, I am only moody here, I'm only to heal my eternal nose, you are not luckier? At least the expression was not betrayed but Angeli and turned out to be a loyal servant and dedicated monk, but he did not save my suffering, the silence of the girim shows a long history and a great forum.