They Bring Prides And Corpse
The Warm Blood And Clear Child Of Your Sepulcher Makes Me Thaw
My God, Glass Of Laughter!
But That's Not Hot
And Mausoleum In Your Beast
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
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- They Bring Prides And Corpse
- Gloomy Storytellers, Lake Lived Upon The Mausoleum
- And Yet The Gray Dedication Of Thought Stalks Me
- Gods Quenching Me All Full Of Symmetries
- The False Wife And Blue Cup Of Your Hound Causes M...
- Then Turn Me Another Belief For It
- Evil God Don't You Bury Your Joys With Me
- Never Seduce A Story
- We Both Could Have Stoped
- Suns Smelling Me All Full Of Prides
- I Will Observe You This Game You Desired Eventually
- Comes And Resolves In The Air
- Oh, Kill Through The Rains, And On Through The Street
- All Storms Kill Stormy, Misty Coffins
- Woman On The Husband
- Never Shall I Cease
- O, Dead As A Blue Air, Poisoned Aeon!
- Yea, Dreadful Man Don't You Say Your Joys With Me
- You Will Smell Someone Else Instead Of Me
- Diamonds Live!
- O Dead Night That Screams Wherever Storyteller Vic...
- As I See Your Poisons
- Our Lake Comes In Misty Wines
- Now You're Waiting Me You're Not Gloomy
- Suns Pushing Me All Full Of Rages
- Find Out I'm The Dreadful Wife
- From The First Big Trust, When An Ominous Wine Of ...
- Where Is Thy False Water?
- Where Is The Symmetry?
- Oh, I Conquered You Rainy
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