MOLOTOV v0
forcible text destruction engine
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The gardener plants an evergreen whilst trampling on a sun child. Back to top the court of the hours. Alright, the wise men share a joke; i run to grasp divining signs to satisfy the hoax. The purple piper plays his tune, the wise men share a joke; i run to grasp divining signs to satisfy the hoax.

The fate of all mankind i see much confusion, disillusion all around me.

Talking to the wind does not play but gently pulls the strings and smiles as the puppets dance in the dream and the illusion call her moonchild dancing in the shadow of the crimson king including the dream i fall into the sleepless sea with a swell of panic and pain my veins are aching for the court of the crimson king. You dont possess me dont impress me just upset my mind cant instruct me or conduct me just upset my mind cant instruct me or conduct me just use up my time. Im ready to leave i wanna get out of this hopelessness what a perfect mess. Back to top man with an open heart she wouldnt need to be a bird without a wing or be a bird without a wing or be evasive as a shadow in the crush of emotional waves. I talk to the night-birds song waiting for a smile from a sun dial playing hide and seek with the ghosts of dawn waiting for the sun on the steps of a perfect pair. He has his contradicting views she has her cyclothymic moods they make a study in despair three of a perfect mess. Back to top man with an open heart she wouldnt need to be a servant to a man with an open heart here comes right now. The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the signs look at the seams. Upon the instruments of death the sunlight brightly gleams.