Slipped on my shoes into another dimension, where does the sidewalk end... Mind bending events unfold throughout transparent mysteries.
We have seen the doktrine possess self bound within its pages crept,
silently awaken from shutter-less slumber.
The Ironies we seek and blind to all its answers we never question authority.
The only sanity left is the rancid world we still churn to this day praying for a day the ocean is no longer flammable.
One by one the cards lay out on the table. I, DE, Claire, war.
The church which was once a symbol of sanctuary is now a Trojan horse,
as dictators recite verses from the Reganomicon.
Burnt, Hung, Drowned, and Tortured the witches spell its new age.
Resurrection grim-ores of this new Wisdom while others call it madness...
the journey through 9 hells.
LKCP
We have seen the doktrine possess self bound within its pages crept,
silently awaken from shutter-less slumber.
The Ironies we seek and blind to all its answers we never question authority.
The only sanity left is the rancid world we still churn to this day praying for a day the ocean is no longer flammable.
One by one the cards lay out on the table. I, DE, Claire, war.
The church which was once a symbol of sanctuary is now a Trojan horse,
as dictators recite verses from the Reganomicon.
Burnt, Hung, Drowned, and Tortured the witches spell its new age.
Resurrection grim-ores of this new Wisdom while others call it madness...
the journey through 9 hells.
LKCP
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