If Sin had been true, it would have been done to self-deception! The faces of Eber-flattering, petting cockroaches are changing! The time for sure handshakes in loyalty is finally over; you wallow your humanity you can't give yourself up! You should forget the breaking monkeys and pass the **** whistleblower! Words that excite from the depths also shatter like sacred phrases, flowing like plastered plaster; captured in captivating schizophrenic mirrors on the Live! The minute of self-loss breaks down into parts amid terrible torments; silent silence recorded on a tape recorder is listened to even if the silly Hope has been trashed many times!
 
A deadly trap today is also a feigned pretense, you can not raise happiness or restless! In dominant, aggressive instincts, the Redeeming Paradise Island of the Peace Plate is soon immersed; Neanderthal gorillas chatter about existence struggles while barely thriving on more than two straws! Many sublime captives preach their sublime words twisted into biblical pathos! A complicit preacher as a peculiar mongrel mixture when colluding with the growths of petting; "How long can you endure this Nobody's Land?!"
 
Whom the haunting Moon shines through, he does not confess to himself that he sinned when he cowardly cowardly and did not allow the immortal Beloved to come near! Beaten like a closed, orphaned child, you feel the troubled explosions of your heart; your heart attack is getting worse! "Puffy monsters and their little chick dumplings will soon catch the chewed column wall!"