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Grief...
...It's our splendor.
An archaic of
Our dark desires,
I'm insane, totally

in the funeral,
Nobody cries to the coffin
lies under the candle's flame,
The flame dance as a sinuous and body of
A viper

There are not in the sad grave,
There's a sweet and empty sensation,
The is the essence of the life,
An anxiety, without course,
But there are statues in marble of forlorn angels
They console the fertility of bosoms,
They'll as gift a black rose for you
But also is not black flower,
a thorn of a cursed rose
Pricked in angelical finger
And beautiful, the blood drain

And my tortuous and serpentine tongue dry this red tear,
my chains involve you,
When your long and hair interlace
strange force in my hands,
My journey be long, but my time infinite
The angels immortal.