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Evil and tiny in the flowers We condemn rabid spirits about the bullshit God! The demon has fled All tiny under the grave You cavort with mournful icons among the sea Alass! The day has fled So humming

Blue and ancient mother, the clay sensible cummerbunds are flown. The viola enriches on its windy mare traveling deep brown knaves over the city. The pasture setting from my arm. You are going to ask where

Having a serious hallucination. I never thought about the fascination, Being standing at a realisation, Feeling like a lack of motivation. Being blinded by my own frustrations! The only human being true

The transformation that's really inevitable, Above all others is the changeover. Never forget the necessary and fatal changeover. The conceive that's really imminent, Above all others is the birth. Does

Eating at a family party barbecue! We had enough of cooking French cuisine, We had to cook a lot of beef stew, While we put aside a bowl of locust bean. Who offers me a slice of apple pie! I don't need

THE ADVENTUROUS TRAGEDY OF CASSANDRA & DANIEL Cassandra, a caring girl rapidly approaching womanhood, stood alone on the beach, gazing over the turquoise water with her gentle many-colored spheres.

Then another birth upon an heir. A part of being given by birth, On a place to show the servants lair, As we wait upon the day of death. Already given a second chance. On many servants over their heads,

His heavy heart has had enough explaining. These tiny little words we wanna write, Is something like a million money making! Some children carry on looking so bright. IMAGE RIGHTS TO HEAVY MIND But people

High on pot leaving all worries behind. I see this moment over everything, Now all is clear with an opened mind! Now ideas will come unto me I sing. IMAGE SOURCE! Looking at the one and only solution,

Together leaving reasoning behind. We see this moment over everything, Has taken something from some other kind! My eyes no longer doing anything. Too many pills completely unaware, As though perhaps depending

Never ever felt so full of doubt! I know the fact that you aren't T, A part of me without a doubt about, Even though the others may agree. For you to carry on and then proceed! The fear of being treated

Shall rest until their final kingdom come. My hundred thousand hungry angels wailing, Have seen so many horses coming from! Not yet with ever any longer gaping. But then which thou behold this giant snake,

I decided to share this song with you and I created video lyrics to the song. This song keeps going on in my head so I decided to listen to it often. This song is composed by Charlie Puth. You could say

A soul surrounded by an ancient weeping. I hear the sound of voices weeping, A depths of hell or further weakening, A state of mind and further weakening. A priest was taken from the Baptist preaching,

My love for smoke.io is so great, So, I decided to join smoke.io Now I see a much higher picture, smoke, smoked till you get paid. Image Source! Tell me what you think about my poem, Wondering in my mind

Within the human state of condemnation, You create an inner space committee! A sort of economic situation, You teach the world a new hostility. One created by an armed rebellion, A life against political

Afraid of being old enough to die, A little love and family reunion. Write a song about the way I cry, Not to see the other side of disunion. I will not sink into weeping! As pictured on a portrait of

Remember when the memories remained. A tidal wave of freedom fortified, An image from a broken heart maintained, Through the fear of being occupied. Until eternal memories remain. Surrounded by the fear

Greenish grass and barely occupied, A space without a place to rest, Another way across the great divide, On a journey from the North of West. Is like an island the North West. It writes a letter from

Human beings are driven by salvation. Alone within the darkest afterlife, A path of mind and own annihilation, A journey through the void of earthly life. To gaze upon a path of false salvation. On the