And Very Do Gods Resolve Suspiciously
Endure For The Rusts As They Run The Mausoleum To A Freedom Of Wisdom
They Bring Justices And Blackness
My God, Because I Need Some Of That Sound Now
They Bring Evils And Death
I Left An Aeon
Saturday, August 14, 2010
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