Some day there will be grace by confrontations as a force of presence. Expecting catastrophes within its' essence, the tense show buried threads sewn into conscience spools of incensed aromas. Which mentally cause focus on infuriation. Halted by haunting manipulations, the intrigued entity followed thin waves of translucent smoke. Hopeful of assent ion in guidance, by mistake in regression made, minute to minute.
An addictive odor has befallen nostrils, often tossing cares to the wind's hypnotic swirl. Wishing by wanting asses true, causes trifle realism where hearth creature's home was created. Seditious names sacrifice the few bold adventures held on dark nights. Sanctums rumored bolted doors shut, to cease ingress of slithering serpentine story. Six numbers of change partitions warring states to willfully reject sisterhood through sacrilegious occult. Subtracted from Santana, an not in alphabetical puzzle, riddles bright lit innocence. Shading guilt under choicest of trees, it massed among ugliness. Murder and mayhem were in malicious number, hiding seed in rotting fruits. Pruned touch selling somewhat mystifying hide. While intrigue gathered round a wholesale of deadly activity, being worded in warning.
'Knowledge is served cold, held to understanding. Branded by this new business, and already profiting from dollar one. 'In God We Trust' tailored to suit spawns greed. While six more stood sinfully, picking through pride in vain. What a sense of creation imaginable beside these books, driving up a debt to surely damn the pen by sword. To die seven wonderful lies is paradise, eternally living through one original sin. And cursed by it, forever to live once again.
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