lifted. The symphony has grown silent with distaste from the grime its sound produces and its elegance in waste. I've grown blind to my eyelids they are the my guardians
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"I burned in the Garden of Paradise!" A lifetime of disbelief is now shackled by its throat. For he never turned unto the gates but burned it down with
Come crumbling as the shattering of faith he who cannot stand for his Lord will sleep forever without wake. And among us are the faithless who long only
Brace yourself. The towers arch over our heads. The signs inching down our necks carve the path of our existence. No obelus could be printed in the temple
Open your eyes. In spite of these creations a venom settles in the blood with fangs that will not rest til they've engulfed everything, the sky and humans
God give me strength, you know I need it. Say \"Submit to me!\" And I'll concede. And when the crow rusts, water will follow in combust. The veins of
Dearly beguiled, we're gathered to commemorate this blessing that became the greatest of mistakes. The sword soul and flesh have since then become one
We're always searching for the answer be it disclosed in lion's heart. He smiles as the claimer of freshly driven carnal parts. This bastard has but
Lo and behold! They preach servility, the conformed way of breathing. They speak in the same tongues everyday. Betwixt fear I smelt a carcass bathed