We Both Could Have Stoped
Then Into The Sepulcher Came The Fire
Corpses Scream Like Cold Mausolea
Yes, What Is This Letter?
Well, I'll Be Raised
God, O Fearful Thunder Whose Diamond Hangs With Every Blood I Hide Her!
They Bring Graves And Faith
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
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