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ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe Covenant, The Cursed Book,
ㅤㅤㅤand The Far Abide of Freer Souls.
ㅤㅤㅤ (Last day in the Middle of Decade)
ㅤ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
.. 📿 (⚫ ) 📿 ..
In a comprehend wherein consume the souls through faultless truth yet deepest sins, either way of how fate measures it to pursuing an intent. Thereupon, all that perpetuates beside suffering are too mindless to outrage—entangled.
They never said a remark throughout the agonizing secrets they had buried as deep as possible underneath the surface. It was as if pieces of the breeze they breathed—that secrets—ended apart conveying away their family all inside the moment of oblivion. The warmth that presuppose meant like an illusion and yet made those in the haze whispers of both genders and all ages, which the spark does not entirely sheath;
Slips of fallen soul trapped, darkness trembled remaining the nearness the way of sincerity.
Their souls smitten around despair for too long—grant it away their sanity—hue it in beyond veins. Impairment pounded them mercilessly in there, admitting each the cruelty whereas shall not go through—still the sense behind these confusion had not been penned within yearning.
“We relieves each of you shall awaken these chances through us.” Thence, uttered the dependence of a mere soul; Soaked frankly through the sight of hushed, @Sethlorebot.
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe Covenant, The Cursed Book,
ㅤㅤㅤand The Far Abide of Freer Souls.
ㅤㅤㅤ (Last day in the Middle of Decade)
ㅤ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
.. 📿 (
In a comprehend wherein consume the souls through faultless truth yet deepest sins, either way of how fate measures it to pursuing an intent. Thereupon, all that perpetuates beside suffering are too mindless to outrage—entangled.
They never said a remark throughout the agonizing secrets they had buried as deep as possible underneath the surface. It was as if pieces of the breeze they breathed—that secrets—ended apart conveying away their family all inside the moment of oblivion. The warmth that presuppose meant like an illusion and yet made those in the haze whispers of both genders and all ages, which the spark does not entirely sheath;
Slips of fallen soul trapped, darkness trembled remaining the nearness the way of sincerity.
Their souls smitten around despair for too long—grant it away their sanity—hue it in beyond veins. Impairment pounded them mercilessly in there, admitting each the cruelty whereas shall not go through—still the sense behind these confusion had not been penned within yearning.
“We relieves each of you shall awaken these chances through us.” Thence, uttered the dependence of a mere soul; Soaked frankly through the sight of hushed, @Sethlorebot.
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