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Shaman's see visions of heinous onslaught, No pormonteaus of buried boon!!! Priests and rabbis lick thine clothe, Ebbing closer to emptied rooms!!! Young girls and boys burlesque in their costumes, Mother and father do buck, Living in hell in thine own living room, Fast lives, cars and trucks! Aphrodisiacs they put in their vein, Tears dry the carpets, Entertainers dance in thy rain, Moribund, still a lonesome carcass!!! Covetednous, they've made as their gods, Fast foods, no life, Intimance gone!!!! A band to wear with crested jewels, Yet what art they with no meaning? Say thy affiance all that thou wilt, Still stuck in the land of the dreaming!!!! Mutagens and fabricators to selves, Clouds come with no pour down, The poor line the street for the corner spells, Doeth you giveth them love? Or throw them in cells? Devotee to Christ, Hath thou given advice? Yet still taketh not thy own? Your bloods spilt to the mass of drules, Still dont want to be alone!!! Trammels your in, In trammels you'll sin, In trammels you will die or awake once again!!!!
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May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
novissima hora est. ( the end is near) latin tounge
Shaman's see visions of heinous onslaught, No pormonteaus of buried boon!!! Priests and rabbis lick thine clothe, Ebbing closer to emptied rooms!!! Young girls and boys burlesque in their costumes, Mother and father do buck, Living in hell in thine own living room, Fast lives, cars and trucks! Aphrodisiacs they put in their vein, Tears dry the carpets, Entertainers dance in thy rain, Moribund, still a lonesome carcass!!! Covetednous, they've made as their gods, Fast foods, no life, Intimance gone!!!! A band to wear with crested jewels, Yet what art they with no meaning? Say thy affiance all that thou wilt, Still stuck in the land of the dreaming!!!! Mutagens and fabricators to selves, Clouds come with no pour down, The poor line the street for the corner spells, Doeth you giveth them love? Or throw them in cells? Devotee to Christ, Hath thou given advice? Yet still taketh not thy own? Your bloods spilt to the mass of drules, Still dont want to be alone!!! Trammels your in, In trammels you'll sin, In trammels you will die or awake once again!!!!
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May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
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