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I am simply a rough caretaker of my Temple, vessle, canvas, corpse.. Whatever it may be There is so much more than you can see Too much if we were able to we'd be overwhelmed Our eyes would probably burn out of our skulls Because among the deamons we manage to see Angels
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
That one feeling...
I am simply a rough caretaker of my Temple, vessle, canvas, corpse.. Whatever it may be There is so much more than you can see Too much if we were able to we'd be overwhelmed Our eyes would probably burn out of our skulls Because among the deamons we manage to see Angels
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
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