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Everyone is afraid to to snatch his gifts, lavish
fear
the vicinity of the unfathomable abyss is in sight in his eye, the gift of belonging
himself
this distrust with the true essence.

When stormy viscous
forward resting on the temples,
and vitriol, like
ray of sunshine day curling your arms,
there will be no fear,
fear can not exist if the infinite in extent
understands you.

Copulas pouring orgasms random
goddess of magnificence,
horror and fear are your children,
them apart from the paths of young
and casts a shadow on the human, that beast of ambivalence
dark.

feel the forces necessary to escape hell and get away with it
shoulders, spreading the fires
terrible
bring that fire to men,
give them a reason to fly.

Sync

We were not pure,
seminal flow
impales us to the top of our names is in
that lucidity unexplored.

Senior light

wise wasted under unusual knowledge,
all this distortion of the senses
that prevents us from understanding reality.

The images on the retina
shown,
lead us to the seizure,
to repentance.

We,
by the grace of the gods, givers
misfortune
learn to forgive
unforgiving. Rate
what
itself is worthless.

We must reject our names and engender
eternity
thought moaning cry peace, so desired
the I-to-listen.

Canto unconscious

acts accomplished by the inheritance
spice up the blood that flows in the veins,
all mandates were once forged subtle
impassive.

sterility limits the silhouette
voice still muted
thought that once flourished on terse
heaven.

bristles skin, eyes
realize the show's initial
life
drama personified
misery incarnate.

feet that stay
and nothing can touch, all the experiences


death experiences are my friend,
all.

Each cell is a decaying
universe as life bustles,
not expect anything
of whom they want.

The world at first was just a garden
sterile
unconscious stroke of the hand of the sun, each ray
planted on earth, is a tree of light, and
the darkness baby
you drink, the thirst is not over.

The human heart is a dark cell,
room forced the soul, where everything lives
.

Surrender to thirst is synonymous with excellence,
reject is the real pity.