Speak of the armer
forgotten by reality
speak of the pearls
in crossing unnatural fragments
Perplex in a mortal disguise suddenly awared
Forbidden alowements in my mindwar
functioning like the scissors cut the tall ones
Due to hunger not in flesh
high as the spears was present always
Cause it wanted me to feel life without life
reborning the slaves
nevertheless dispersal of ironstakes
to have becomed itself... disinfection
The dragon of blasphemy
many others came
but all in one
theres a lot more
my invisible self
has brought to me
a circle to roam
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