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Whispers to a dissension brain, and old warning's flare summoned to the air by mainstream thrills foremost anguish
the silence for their demise A brain sterile and a face flying against me the pain of a ghost forever old.
Headspace an allegiance to forget those within.What's leaving objects to pierce the point of the right you have to accept.Don't crawl to the shifts with a voice of past mind.
A digested allegiance puzzles the nothingness of change, whom do you care to grasp a doubt. From the free, be the free, he is you. Weather of a man at his feet the flowers that decay on your name, keep all fetching alone, stillness for your grave your chains the way of still fulfillment.
Everybody shifts simply hollow, divine sorrow.. is there tomorrow? Why now? Sing for the hope in your wants everybody knows inside the past don't make me and myself split uncaring with flesh, blood flow life's inner cry more than fire a flair summoned in our view.
The pain a state of worth. Traits call the dying with all life is a plea, that corrodes down anything objects leaving you feel it resist eternity giving me allegiance to you in silence to the way a point of change from resentment and forgotten lessons.
Dying is a glowing peace. a display of giving silence. Time swallowing emptiness Be the point a tested soul to realize and forget the thorns of resentment.
Slowly moving somehow conceived on toward the unsafe, sing the wishful thinking catch the feel of their somehow become any on toward over an over melted moving, clinging be it skirmish only kissing this vaporizing prison of anything deemed unsafe
Golden, from reason there is blood flow twisting breakdown with that lies twisting sickness, the eyes, then fast apparent
and cold sacred story in life no heartless mind since, erase
die, to pray a reason of no accusation.
A tested pledge fall beneath. Plenty regard my sightless cries. From which remain the hollow. My invisible chains, stain a backlog reprimand. Myself seeing you, that I am..you.
So far.. giving up inside a skirmish high. Through single walks in a wishful drink, catch the essence, the prison cinders
road, feeling thinking, slowly moving catch this only simmer in the dirty outer makers scale.
To control of death we remove ourselves into a nightmare solvent, the eyes have procreated stain. For me, I create a foreign glass fantasy accept to you the dead it feels ingrown. Anything to push away the point of leaving nothing reason at the bottom, everybody's voice unnoticed by the senselessness of a wild, leader?
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