Category: alchemisland of Ireland
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Unvision at the horror inside the nursery
Ey on peakcapped driver slows his horse Swan robed medicine men bind Fenrir Mangan and Clare penning degenerate tracts A hole in a French wall which anarchic revolution miraculously sweeps by Therein the imprisoned Marquis secreted his manuscript Miniscule its script but gargantuan its sordidness Uncouth clergyman keeps a copy of Shakespeare Love who dares…
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It Smells Like Burning Templars In Here

When I walk past it’s O face, salt bae How you feel about me: a salt bay April is Aries gearing up to Assault May. You’re salty saline Temple at prod crumble like praline Flood of God swerved it, salt sieve like baleen. Lighting up the sky it’s divine I’m like an invasion of aliens…