As a bat swarm, with a final, coughing cough, human empathy will disappear from this vicious world. Because a strong enemy always and lawfully suppresses the weak. Cracking, apocalyptic sorrows dissolve and bind: they put secret roots where they are not needed, because self-confidence would be the master.

The primordial certainty of our dull, brain-washed senses is sweet. There is always a broken wing whispering in the brazen obsession of the word-karate left behind words. We'll put up with curdled wounds dotted with bullet coats to rush the secret of human morality, the presence of a moral soul - the common thing: We are human and not wild!

Bulls wounded in the midnight lights dance with a steaming, alcohol-bold, and will not be able to think clearly about their inviting instincts of rampage: "Are they going to be completely out of themselves?" - Our dreaded consciousness is drawing everything sharp. The secret duel camp of early cryers and late switchers is increasingly pushing its boundaries.

Idiots trapped in militant blocks, profitable profit-seekers preaching to fatty public goods, but preaching primarily for themselves; who rolls up his rolled glass beads for the cudar-obsessed future ?! The historical mare of the brainwashed collective has long since burst.
A deliberate backdrop was led by a large congregation of puppeteers. There are also conceptual troubles for unsupervised individuals who simply build something for themselves on a conscious mind.

Through the stomping lady's gibberish, she's fondled as a celebratory cockade by the torn, ***** **-nikhai.
Latino James Bond look-alikes and Fame Fatales have their grip on their fame. In the cheap places of our hearts, the black-star prison has long since been pierced by the crying word!