The parallels in visage are uncanny and distinct, are you present? This apparition grants me with a synapse of distraction since your passing. As particles of light protrude from fixtures that can't harness them, the sobering flood states the thesis. She was just a substitution an a carnal desecration, endermining us with gilded remedies. This amber casing hollows out as shame pours dow nmy lurid throat and chokes he conversation in its slurred lamentations. On this counter I will spill the toxins flowing through my veins instigated by their oppressor shattered violently in revere of your name.
As the stern progresses onward the fog is blatantly apprehensive. The air is thick of cyanide omitting from the freshly surfaced corpses. This voyage is a standard change emplyed to decoy apathy and lack of aspirations in the wake of your affliction. As the binary encryptions send their demons toward the morbid sails the table top is covered up with wax as candelabras mourn. This hull is now a sanction and your wailing echoes are haunting this derision of a loved. In this sequence I am complacency. The winds have subsided and this vessel is a stagnant beast compounding the saturation of your violent voice! I am defeat.
The stale air screams the tragedy. These principles are worthless. This fortitude has ended. I'll paint the walls with life giving provisions. This pistol is high treason, this pistol is safe haven. I'm coming. This corset seems predestined, to violate my shamed paradigm. I won't fail you. These relics are a surgeon: these willed devices left me alive.
[Did you feel my presence when your mirrored countenace became unkown to you? This tragic fix lacks the warmth you've so long desired. This pale night lies.]
As the stern progresses onward the fog is blatantly apprehensive. The air is thick of cyanide omitting from the freshly surfaced corpses. This voyage is a standard change emplyed to decoy apathy and lack of aspirations in the wake of your affliction. As the binary encryptions send their demons toward the morbid sails the table top is covered up with wax as candelabras mourn. This hull is now a sanction and your wailing echoes are haunting this derision of a loved. In this sequence I am complacency. The winds have subsided and this vessel is a stagnant beast compounding the saturation of your violent voice! I am defeat.
The stale air screams the tragedy. These principles are worthless. This fortitude has ended. I'll paint the walls with life giving provisions. This pistol is high treason, this pistol is safe haven. I'm coming. This corset seems predestined, to violate my shamed paradigm. I won't fail you. These relics are a surgeon: these willed devices left me alive.
[Did you feel my presence when your mirrored countenace became unkown to you? This tragic fix lacks the warmth you've so long desired. This pale night lies.]