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In time's forgotten Embrace, one must ask
why our mind's raped in such a slow decay
a world where even the old have forgotten
a world with no past where tidal waves of
Negated Conformaty are but an Echo of the long
gone Past..
our Kingdom Collapse...
precives the Ancile
The song of an angel barren by lust
Fallen to dust his wings burnt to ashes
Touching grey lifeless hands peer
From beyond the mongrels reach
The mist of destard
Hail from the void of eternals death crust
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שטוקהולם.
שתוק, הולם.
שטוקהולם.
מ-ס-צ'וס-טס.
ב-ח-ריין.
לאאאס וייגאאס.
ג'רוזלם פוסט.
אפרוח ורוד
ומשועמם נורא. |
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