MOLOTOV v0
forcible text destruction engine
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Can you picture the sight the figures on the wind does not hear the wind said the straight man to the night-birds song waiting for a smile from a sun child. Back to top the court of the crimson king including the return of the crimson king including the return of the crimson king. Moonchild including the dream and the illusion call her moonchild dancing in the comfort of another bed it wouldnt matter to a man with an open heart she wouldnt need to be a servant to a man with an open heart. Here comes right now. The keeper of the crimson king. Between the iron gates of fate, the seeds of time were sown, and watered by the deeds of those who know and who are known; knowledge is a deadly friend when no one lay the laurel wreath as silence drowns the screams. Sailling on the echoes of the willow. I talk to the wind my words are all carried away i talk to the wind said the straight man to the wind said the straight man to the court of the cobweb strange sleeping on the beach in the dream and the roaring hurt of my silent fight. Can you pull me out of this hopelessness what a perfect pair. Dig me. But i fear tomorrow ill be crying. Not a saviour or a saint imperfect in a word make no mistake but i fear tomorrow ill be crying, yes i fear tomorrow ill be crying, yes i fear tomorrow ill be crying. The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams.

Upon the instruments of death the sunlight brightly gleams.