Premise (or the awakening of the first man)
years on the sacred land
barefoot
mules, horses and caravans. Anime
damned souls and forgive
crowds and voices, positions and moved
men and women, holy men and promises
votes together and whispering. The Sunchaser
dead through the red earth with the sweat
bray and animals.
will be the prophets!
Let the predestined.
The time of the promise goes along with the sweat drip
melts from the hermitage where he marry
security and protection.
Comodo.
Future which becomes surplus to the beast that slaughters the world.
Next!
Next!
and social bastards. Men
fragmented or crib
that feed your pigs.
Condemnation and food for many
thought that does not excuse them watered and
present, and all.
Goods, spot at halftime
call while they raise their hands shouting
jump
jostle you make room for the crowd kicked and punched
similar
returned repeated calls
.
Male voice rising
hatred by the cries that call.
Replica.
Everything back.
silent fate.
The soul of the world is burning phosphorus that falls under deposed
stretched from jackets, men tired
quiver, embody the non-being.
reigns Love and choose and decide
and condemnation.
Re Nudo.
Aquila.
not be everything.
Will as steel exposed nerve
Terrigno
begotten of shame that the screams of female and female
is kind of like the white fades from light
sees the chosen symbols.
code. Stop. Line. Stop. Point. Stop. Line. Stop.
alone.
implies and is not harmful. If
.
Self.
I expose through the blood drip from the vertebrae
complicated code
be noisy.
not!
Self!
sees and begs.
Man machine as
box
death as a death sentence like.
Opera generates the silly:
PICK
oblivious of the chaos the fetus impure, non-slippery
thought non-existent court
sense to convene the court
pleasing.
Death greets
Contempt bows
Rising Pain in the mantle edged
Pride reaps his harvest gold bows to Noise
motionless silence Prince
Despair breaks
still attends
time and meanwhile everything flows.
sun rises at the bottom
lights
life creates the shadow and everything starts again. Incarnate
a cry
wrenching pity.
Cain elected not wait.
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