In lurid galleies my eyes percieve no realities in the night. The malice of your disguise is never fond. the bones uncover the weak locked in galleries cleared their minds from hallways that never divide, that stretch for miles such narrow miles.
Welcome sit down this weakness will rip you from yourself. your kind means nothing at all, so dont mind.
Only in chambers deep you'll find the faces torn their lips in wire but sadistic lies they preach… read more
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