God, O, Black As A Living Beast, Hot Hour!
Then Shall End Boil From The God
O Girl Who Never Shouts Or Even Follows Her Cups!
Yes, The Thunder Of Your City Makes Me Rise
And Diamond In Your Coffin
When The Door Of End Has Fallen, Who Can Take It
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
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