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How to solve that cipher that is called void

That pulls down to the ground

On which every second spils

Open the secret well or tell me

You still fly

And I'm without wings I am a freak

In the broad sense of the word (and it doesn’t fuck me)

God may also have unsuccessfully turned out to be an ery

No longer to face the mask

Let there be crying and gncing teeth

Let the snake drop its leather cover

Fry from abandoned stone rushing into a scattered

Pigeons from a small screaming guy shy away as if stung by truth

All this is just a hoax he will open once

When I will be near

I will be poison

I will be mint for cats

I will be a clown Eban

Unrequited long -long mirage

With a knife with a page and milk and guard

I'm the wrong droid

I don't give a damn

I am simply not interested

Hey you are brave like sunflower in February

Let's go drink wine a little honey and a bit of cheese

And he will take us conceivable, we will smile at this rotten world

This happiness is a passion

My yours

The moon that shines brighter than the sacred fire

I want to take you by the hand

Feel the pulse jumping

I want to dissect ours with you loudly

I want that all seasons to be replaced this night

And fucking want to finally give hot water

A couple of shots of icy vodka and a piece of fat

This is negligible, agree

While impudent, I do not ask any parade

I ask one worthless hello

And you are like a berserker under a gram

You will look meat

Just lightning I know

And so I still stand

But still it hurts so slightly tingles so slightly

As a generator from a lighter in childhood fucked

And the first shit went

Then the morning came

For breakfast, dead eggs

Fucking and there is also a cornish

Kinchik's heroine, I have to go

Now sarcasm, of course, then naturally I finished and left and torn myself through force

what to whine well, tell me the same

I dance my worst my nightmare and critic

What is an acute topic

I call you a revolution

Break and burn everything that rotted inside

All that prevents life

You in yourself

Do you swear to experience pain only pain and nothing but pain

In this bad story, a fake like a sandfold sandwich with rotten fish and caviar

I'm talking about people I'm talking about animals

Home and not very

I am about yellow carrots grown in South Asia in the consequences of selection

Leave the sophisticated sophistication as your opinion

Like the amount of seed that is released with proper force during compressing the penis

After all, everyone has an ass

Someone loves language

Some

And to display the icon, for example, for example, a psycho

Solve this riddle yourself

Or go fuck

It is more important to me frankly from the bottom of my heart to know how an ice floe melts in a glass with an inappropriate gin

Sometimes we should still do what we owe

Because we dream of peace

So autumn has come and your society dies

And I bloom ha ha

Perverted and sophisticated hmm

The alarm clock plays ha

I don't sleep hmm

Let's go a brother with fire play

We will burn her picture

The chances of surviving are quite adequate

Either yes

Either a shadow or light

Libido waging is an unhealthy trend

This is a setup

But the scale can be reached already

How much it still fucked up

Look at the fucking

Mannequins of hypocrisy of Sicky Kenov

Prayers at the funeral not to calm the dead but to repose the living

And the tablet on the door of the store reads

No blood Saw the dick