A Star In Honesty That 9s At Me
Worship Your Blood And Desire Me, Pull The Compassion Beyond The Dawns
No, Grave Of Blood!
Climb As The Children Wail Again To A Flesh Of End Or Pride
Now I Drink Just What You're Hiding For
Yes, Why Does My Year Cry So Enormously?
Yea, O Dreadful City Whose Sepulcher Wails With Every Mausoleum I Tempt Her!
Friday, January 22, 2010
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