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Sloth and pride

Walls of flames

Discourtesy

Is thy names

Shame is thy shelter

Dark clouds bleeding

Broken briers

Shall tear thy peace

Run to the light

The sun is blinding

Hall of flames

Mothwings and fire

Even the most courageous among us only rarely has the courage to face what he already knows, all truth is simple, is that not a double lie?

In our own wild nature we find the best recreation from our un-nature, from our spirituality

Help yourself, then everyone will help you

We hate lies and hypocrisy because our sense of honor is easily provoked but the same hatred can arise from cowardice, since lies are forbidden by divine commandments in that case, we are too cowardly to lie



Grey faces, forgotten shades

Yellow leaves mixed with blood

The demon's laugh nightmare

Had you paralyzed

Hyenas feeds on the king's trash

Little mice survives on smithereens

The zombie inside impels you

Dust on your minds

Thou art mischosen

Ghost of all the lies

My forthcoming curse

The beast is blind

If these cold words stings you

Clear skies are unformed by clouds