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Tearing burned pain , it filled my place with loneliness , demons took what's inside with wet ashes , heart of the ocean recall the lord , healing the lost spirits , hanging the tongue from the shattered words , fire shine the blind eyes, fear target us by our fate to the rise, weak bodies wander in lord's ground, slaves in lines of the book, it covered the world and lifted behind, broken bones made for the angels touch, Hearing the light coming to be judged forced. looking into the lovers escaping the god's hands, made by faith and fake strength . I adore , the shadow of love that spotted with ghosts at the night war. Red anger possessed the soul of the innocent faces eternal, romanticising every tremble of death luck, their sins wouldn't forgive them , sharpening the angels of hell river . Black mystery discussing the end of human suffer . You only know what you're allowed to , but never the veins of the future later . Heaviness on your cheeks erased by god's tolerance
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Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 12:14 PM UTC
Lost In Lord's Book :
Tearing burned pain , it filled my place with loneliness , demons took what's inside with wet ashes , heart of the ocean recall the lord , healing the lost spirits , hanging the tongue from the shattered words , fire shine the blind eyes, fear target us by our fate to the rise, weak bodies wander in lord's ground, slaves in lines of the book, it covered the world and lifted behind, broken bones made for the angels touch, Hearing the light coming to be judged forced. looking into the lovers escaping the god's hands, made by faith and fake strength . I adore , the shadow of love that spotted with ghosts at the night war. Red anger possessed the soul of the innocent faces eternal, romanticising every tremble of death luck, their sins wouldn't forgive them , sharpening the angels of hell river . Black mystery discussing the end of human suffer . You only know what you're allowed to , but never the veins of the future later . Heaviness on your cheeks erased by god's tolerance
If I missed, my fingers may failed me
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Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 12:14 PM UTC
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