Lost humanity, Soul One, Deus trois corps humane premiere to inherit fire from the rain birds of Iranian war children; sing at
last the ballads of thought crimes performed by
the actrice of the 1% of the 1% of Luciferian symbiosis, but I
wander and roam
to whom the birds reign forth
to cuddle a storm-
The purpose is that the mind cries in crime only,
ups the ante higher to the young prospector-
mountain gold and literature was the blood
in my youth vessel; we spoke of daemons and
the friends in my head who write soliloquies
upon the dome of my frontal skull, closing
my eyes I see a goddess splitting my one soul
into the pantheon, chante, marche, mange la
nurriture pour la tete,
money on war, some win over again the game of death-bet.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 12:42 PM UTC
Lost humanity, Soul One, Deus trois corps humane premiere to inherit fire from the rain birds of Iranian war children; sing at
last the ballads of thought crimes performed by
the actrice of the 1% of the 1% of Luciferian symbiosis, but I
wander and roam
to whom the birds reign forth
to cuddle a storm-
The purpose is that the mind cries in crime only,
ups the ante higher to the young prospector-
mountain gold and literature was the blood
in my youth vessel; we spoke of daemons and
the friends in my head who write soliloquies
upon the dome of my frontal skull, closing
my eyes I see a goddess splitting my one soul
into the pantheon, chante, marche, mange la
nurriture pour la tete,
money on war, some win over again the game of death-bet.
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