Shout 1553
sob lost waiting for the clouds
Iron suffering slow dance
its shadows absolutely admire someone
angel dream goes on hunger
how long the companies have shadows flee away from you?
shadows crimes spit greedily upon you
lost time goes
death has a purpose
lapsed sows is probably our
tear your mother is looking for an apparently
wound!
Is not this the irony of fate that life surreptitiously meets...