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...Of Epic Proportions.Through the vice poisoned limbs of paradises lost trees, A black beast driven carriage invokes eternity to freeze, Wolves sing the countess' name to the atrocious skies above, As the battle rages on and on, He vows to die in the name of love....Of Epic Proportions.
(The armageddon is near)
Six ravening whispers cruelly haunt a millennia with its chant, Pariahs, messiahs, tremble to thier knees like sinners and rant, "He who was once hailed and held higher than hellfires,
Is now and forever more the bastard son of all liars!"
(Your apocalypse is her
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To Absent Friends.Off in the distance, in the year of our lord... An allusion swaying through muted eruption, United on the opposite end of tightly knotted rope. This being seems not far away. Pondering "The End?" What makes this reason known? And whose name shall appear on the mourning stone? The eminence of guilt enplagues blood stream awareness. Yet I have turned the other cheek,To Absent Friends.
As well as my back, Simply put, I wished it so.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today... To say good riddance with threadbare sympathies. Wings of severed tissue scar our procession of "bye-
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Makeshift In Adoration.-Our future has all ready written its past- It is this deity which has alleged in dreams, Romantic lapses as bare as nudity. My mistaken bliss trickles down like snowflakes in space, All urgent implorations stress, handicapped. Through vague inklings, Intuitions proclaim pride and dawns of satisfaction, Suspicions forsee shame and dusks of vilification...Makeshift In Adoration.
[otherworldly sentiments, exactly]
Departure without a single farewell, This baggage weighs heavy. While the balancing act persists... No return. How can nothingness be so absolute?... &
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Final Resting Place.Yet you pretend, you fool... That the shadow is not a reflection. Relentlessly pallid recollections drearily disperse. Overlooking the stale affliction of philosophy, I kick the bucket, but shit pours out upon my valley. As it is now, as it shall subsist evermore... If only dropping dead did not feel so sweet, Maybe then I would care.Final Resting Place.
...Behold...
I hold this life, for whatever it’s worth, in my hands. And expect leverage to replace incapability.
Passing not from these lips is the scars of premature sentences. I’ll hide them in my own way, tha
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edacval zabojstwem socjalisty
edacval zlavkaszda
edacval no sabia que la primavera duraba un segundo
edacval no da permiso el cielo
edacval ```sii``sii
edacval usted y vos
edacval la fuente me da escalofrios
watch that and let me know what you think. I love it. The soundtrack's pretty good as well. Gods Speed You Black Emporor makes some great music.
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i am only a number
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You can't escape what makes you tragic you know.
-why do my words fall upon deaf ears
- there is no love
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i am only a number
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Moonlight and crystal dreams
Wrap your arms around yourself
As the rain continues to fall
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