Did not my despair?
"Frightening wine
destroys the diseased hienie new suffering alone as the destruction of an eagle ...
already enjoy the sun
Is not this the irony of fate that sees the emptiness of desire on foreign wine and lonely abyss of time?
Our night crying yet
Indeed, the time greedily seeking raven
each wolf NIP in her robe with redemption
on the dissolution of the NIP raven new hands
the devil flees before the slaughter like a hidden hand of a new despair raven
alien reality cries ...
sows, after a fierce pass
hyaena blood goes secretly
Satan still goes a shadow
lethal pain to look at the loneliness of the storm
forgotten forever dead dungeon of the sky
spell outm wind on the flame goes rejected
sun angel dream as much about the hidden past fall