sufferings grow
and grow until
their feeling vanishes.
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sufferings grow
and grow until
their feeling vanishes.
We speak
low whispers
on long winter
nights
hot tears, mine
cold heart, yours
the end.
I smell the rain
on a Sunday
afteroon
Vent not your wisps
Upon my unruly head..
Telling you
about me
never felt so Hard
arctic foxes are beatiful...
and so is ladyw!
Freedom,
Sanity,
...Void?
Together, it is Evil!
Cleft of angels,
cleft of angels,
posed surrender!
you choosing the
wrong road-
stardust turning rust
What is better?
A woman
Or a Houri?
Heathen souls
dance naked
pure and without
sin
grim review
craft of angels
or
malicious occupation
clad in
celestial light
houris sparkle
with virginity.
meteor strikes
we all become
cave men again