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. Titals. - August Goetia

The explosion of purple plasma stains the consciousness of the plast, your moan takes away the sweet singing of birds into the sunset

I get up abruptly with a cry, overturning the decanter, as I, not having to order today, leave this table

One hundred years have passed since that long ago everything came to the understanding that it was not a closed dream of woven words

For a period while from one wolf death to another, the molten throne under the tone of La Minor passes, fucking

The king Maet joined the optical veins, optimistically scrapers, the vessels are overwhelmed by melting

Goodbye, closed eyelids will show you other worlds and planets, the ninth demon of Goethy quietly walks on our earth

Under the melody, which is a dick where to find, he begins to lay our paths again from black gold

Seeing all our sins, only lynxes will now at night be on wet stones with claws with longing

It remains tricky fingers to cross, so that the last ray of light to the window of the very girl is reduced

She was quite sure four days ago that if she glanced at the seams a decorated facade

There is no more hysteria, it came to nothing four days just, now it is completely alone, lost in the cascade of time

There will no longer be an alluring smell to lie, he will not continue to call for the kitchen, mom will not bake her magical pancakes

Well, owls, in April, as if by chance, he bloomed delicious tea with lemon flowers, does not believe in himself from despair

In his naive forest hell by the lake he plays with him in the void, a cold wind whispers in shadows on his cheeks

We will all be there once there, having crossed the edge of our illusions and secret desires, to sting right in the hearts

Sigilla Piamon is already inscribed with a sharp knife on each hand, crown, face of infidels, reflects stars flicker

In the walls of minds, it has long been looking into the fire with all the evils of epithalam, dancing a silver -silver blue dress on the tip of the dagger

No matter how sorry ...