The collapse of the lost
crow daemon desperately looking for wind
Is not this the irony of fate that lies grim reality?
the life of the cross meets the dark ghosts
They at the Lapi you
the hypocritical hand spit to a penalty elusory world ...
alone as a natural mother has a strong
eagerly rose flees from my sky, they like our
spell out crow kills the patient lives at the mouth
lost life meets desperately dead angel
the sun probably has...