• bey5151 44w

    Search for that heart in departing souls
    When he returned from the darkness, a loud scream
    He shouldered a basket of heavy and petrified reproaches
    His forehead arched bitterly from the soft tears that had gathered

    Ask the eye on the silly expanse wall
    Beauty blob of truth
    The dusty old container belonging to Walhan's ally
    The tired soul was swept away by Wasnan flour

    When the heart jug bursts, the load boils
    Tears answered
    Open purulent flesh
    Get a strike when his birthday ends