Jul 2020
Prophecy V -. "Fourth, Necropolis, Soul in Limbo"
"From so far ..., so far that I hear your sacrosanct laments ...! From the Koumeterium of Messolonghi ..., rocking my elbows hurting me moving strangely pleasant crypt over cryptic heartbroken stones not far behind…, keys retained in the eighth cemetery?
Who has to open a heavy door now ...? I come from Messolonghi 555 Km in linear figures to Patmos ..., narrowing my concave ... doubtful in extent, cloud princess passion has to welcome me benevolent consort nymph night ... Limbo, N cloud, Cemetery in the Cloud, the highest crypt soul of Limbo, before seeing the nut that encircles the face in the Grim Reaper, raising uneasy ..., sinning ... holy grail without being or being ...? Necropolis Cloud, expectant mortuary technology ... amaze me if there is a byte for my ... narrow conscience, improper to amaze me?
Vernarth; merely the formalizing principle of the body ... the delicate evocation of those dead in the shadow of Elpenor; Acute warrior of Ulysses bombastic who still has otitis verse where the flu spreads the flu heartbreak from far away reverberating elite of voices ... arriving equidistant ... the last one comes threatening not staying divided or captured, taking refuge in frank failure or megahertz decline, farce propaganda, surrendered fear I will not fall nor later ...
Vernarth falls from the Koumeterium Mesolonghi Necropolis cloud, privileging his status, falls from this highly alcoholic digital death platform! from the high heaven after drinking hours he came in the buggy that was in Zilos, with the passion of heaven depriving his understanding, stunned on branches of will ..., stunned on branches of sensitivity ...
Vernarth condolences death like Elpenor, her psyche flies to the realm of the dead, Hades, being imprisoned in that world and taking the form of a Homeric image or shadow. Vernarth was asleep after his binge, and Elpenor tells him that if he wanted to accompany him with some concoctions. He was blurry-eyed, headache, and still lying. But in the passionate terror of his drunkenness, he quickly gets up saying to Elpenor: For me it was a pain less to drink after having fallen, from so far away without having been able to request and have the grace of my mother's lullaby. For this reason I hug you! Together they went to the Necropolis Cloud to continue in Limbo, trying to alternate their physical body with gaseous liquid.
At that moment, Eurydice hits her with a stick in her legs to wake her from the bite of that nightmare that was taking over her, to finally be able to wake up. Raeder had gone with Petrobus to Skala to seek inputs of conscience and self-inspiration for the accents before the welcome in Katapausis, at the onset of Saint John's Day, necessary drafting for licenses and being admitted to his library.
"From so far ..., so far that I hear your sacrosanct laments ...! From the Koumeterium of Messolonghi ..., rocking my elbows hurting me moving strangely pleasant crypt over cryptic heartbroken stones not far behind…, keys retained in the eighth cemetery?
Who has to open a heavy door now ...? I come from Messolonghi 555 Km in linear figures to Patmos ..., narrowing my concave ... doubtful in extent, cloud princess passion has to welcome me benevolent consort nymph night ... Limbo, N cloud, Cemetery in the Cloud, the highest crypt soul of Limbo, before seeing the nut that encircles the face in the Grim Reaper, raising uneasy ..., sinning ... holy grail without being or being ...? Necropolis Cloud, expectant mortuary technology ... amaze me if there is a byte for my ... narrow conscience, improper to amaze me?
Vernarth; merely the formalizing principle of the body ... the delicate evocation of those dead in the shadow of Elpenor; Acute warrior of Ulysses bombastic who still has otitis verse where the flu spreads the flu heartbreak from far away reverberating elite of voices ... arriving equidistant ... the last one comes threatening not staying divided or captured, taking refuge in frank failure or megahertz decline, farce propaganda, surrendered fear I will not fall nor later ...
Vernarth falls from the Koumeterium Mesolonghi Necropolis cloud, privileging his status, falls from this highly alcoholic digital death platform! from the high heaven after drinking hours he came in the buggy that was in Zilos, with the passion of heaven depriving his understanding, stunned on branches of will ..., stunned on branches of sensitivity ...
Vernarth condolences death like Elpenor, her psyche flies to the realm of the dead, Hades, being imprisoned in that world and taking the form of a Homeric image or shadow. Vernarth was asleep after his binge, and Elpenor tells him that if he wanted to accompany him with some concoctions. He was blurry-eyed, headache, and still lying. But in the passionate terror of his drunkenness, he quickly gets up saying to Elpenor: For me it was a pain less to drink after having fallen, from so far away without having been able to request and have the grace of my mother's lullaby. For this reason I hug you! Together they went to the Necropolis Cloud to continue in Limbo, trying to alternate their physical body with gaseous liquid.
At that moment, Eurydice hits her with a stick in her legs to wake her from the bite of that nightmare that was taking over her, to finally be able to wake up. Raeder had gone with Petrobus to Skala to seek inputs of conscience and self-inspiration for the accents before the welcome in Katapausis, at the onset of Saint John's Day, necessary drafting for licenses and being admitted to his library.
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