Living book of counsels
Divine creature, Lord of the Supreme
Scared of trivial life forms
Simple thing turns to extremes
Good man when massed in template
Fickle ones destined for extinction
Fewer and fewer weak souls
That even when hurt return
Divine creature, Lord of the Supreme
Scared of trivial life forms
Simple thing turns to extremes
Good man when massed in template
Fickle ones destined for extinction
Fewer and fewer weak souls
That even when hurt return
Bleed for your life
For madman desires
Paths trodden by the bleeding heart
Gateways erected to please ailing minds
Visions blurred with disposable words
Solitude that hammers you down to a cross
Bleed for your life
For madman desires
Paths trodden by the bleeding heart
Gateways erected to please ailing minds
Visions blurred with disposable words
Solitude that hammers your down to a cross
Bleed for your life
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