The Begging Difference Of Wolves And Their Redemption.
ten thousand walks of life approach us as this day comes. fields sparkling with a set of eyes and gold. revenge flattered in the stomachs of dead souls. how should my mind feel when i have emerged from the depths of hell without a scratch on it? all fear has left as soon as we reached our skies. their lungs drowning in the rain. they will surely come back for more, for they live in caves. our hearts bless the rage, and our kingdom will not be bought for salvation will forever flood our minds.
All Tragedies Of Salvation Fell Under Sheeps Clothing.
all buildings collapsed under the cities rage. what may this be but the images of my mind. unloading my thoughts across this city, ill never give up. i live with one eye open. breathless in a city filled with ash, a smile escapes because i am the only one left. aggression cries on and on, and redemption turns beautiful when our king has finally made his journey home. what a glorious way to build something new.
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