s physic and mental strength. Eventually he manages to resist the murderous forces of death. Hail to the immortal warrior spirit... Dwelling in the caves of Ephel Duath
Follies wedged, Deep, Twisting brush against the warp, This waltz agrees to armorial bearings stuck on my route. To glide from the light blue of desire
Impossible to save the balance with this bigot. Still profiles bond with seaweed rope to the wreck that will be. My dive will end this circus parade.
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Analysis seems to be the better answer But how can I control this incestuous, grey forest? Thousands of wooden guardians protect transmissions. My frantic
I've a thousand ways to ruin all, But I'm walking to poor choices A negative pulse will be searching for me. Immobilised in the cerebral cell I'm observing
Finally, Disharmony has a brilliant face. A sinuous gait of unhappiness raises Like this oblivion. It's so sweet to come across my holes again. Let it
I've been swallowed by the plaything Born through my brainful ashtray, It stinks, pure on this laughable side. The will to skin, This gaping flourish
Smell this gentle condition... Misanthropy. Is there something to respect? Painting the same landscape again, You can lose What these fluid movements
...And in poor seconds, the filthy figures surrounding become obstacles.... Smell of acid thoughts. Intoxicated eyes, Madly, Are you searching for the
It is quite ironic, I can't slow down this run, But this was my object: To feel. Here, Without disturbances, Lives the sound, I want to close this cycle
Is it so useless to talk With these still shades? Sometimes it seems that I spy my moves Through the vent of a glass stone. ...But what am I observing
Sweet Irony, hits my tangled troubles, and frees this blade from the stranding line Cynically slides, Through dusty gemstone, To offer a soft respite
It's so improbable to find the light, When clouds are rubbing me. Words run creating hatred scrawl, Streets have nothing more to ask. When I relive this
It's not time to arrange 'Cause I want to taste this infection again. Wish of tranquillity stinks like an absurd lie, I long to enumerate How many ariose
A never ending Painting, No subject defined, Not a precise style, Confused traits poor colours. Are you really able to find a message? I, Defeated,
