you have broken my very confidence.. now I'm cast out, depraved, a hallow shell.. You have raped my innocence and thus. turned my life into a living hell..
"But see, amid the mimic rout. A crawling shape intrude!. A blood-red thing that writhes from out. The scenic solitude!. It writhes! - It writhes! - with mortal pangs.
Le vent frappe la surface. La terre avide et bruyante. Le feu rougit les fers. les larmes et la poussire. Le sang des arbres, viscres de sve brune. Nat des veines de ceux d'Awynn.
Are answers just a fairy tale. To keep us chasing our own tail. Despite the lovers we may win. In search of truth we're bound to fail. And with every fruitless sin.
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