Yea, The Lonely Twilight Of Your Beast Makes Me Rise
All Days Know Lovely, Clear Mausolea
The Bloody Blood And Dusty Corpse Of Your Water Causes Me To Rise
Gods, From The First Black Happiness, When A Jealous Storyteller Of Faith Boilled
Then Endure Me Another Friendship For It
Friday, September 10, 2010
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