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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
Guilty, to drown or to fight. Guilty, right under the image of Christ in his holy crown.
With a fluttering eye, you watch them paint, you watch them drown.
Guilty, all wicked will confess
Guilty, to possess
Guilty, to drown or to fight
Guilty, right
Rather the image of Christ in this morning ground
With a fluttering eye, you watch them grow
Remnants of old convictions
Extracted out of duress
Turn the back, turn the false grounds
All wicked will confess
You are all of you, confessed idolaters
However, these proceedings
Shall be carried out through due process of law
When law demands, we shall satisfy
You will each be tied in a prescribed fashion
And cast into the moat
Should you then think
You know that your confession supports
If on the other hand you are seen to
Swim or float
Then your confession supports
Witchcraft are proven beyond a doubt
In the silent garden
You will be withdrawn from the water
And hanged by the net
And you are dead
But I never give up
You're all mostrar
All the other texts
You should give me
When your Muy
White
Whenever these colors
Is a light




Statues
Let me
Keep my
Fall tonight
You brought them there
Why?
Sick of love
A faint whisper
Rising with the mist on the ground
You watch them burn
You watch them drown
A faint whisper
Rising with the mist on the ground