Whoever has ever deemed this suffering soul to bind into enclaves and the boundaries of this level of existence should have known better, when chaining its pain to the walls between the insufferable beauty and infinite imagination of the realms, beyond any possibility of realms, and of the otherness, and loneliness of every painful moment - this blood will come back to claim its heritage of suffering, the pain endowed though meaning, an intolerable bounty and richness that have been put to its vicious headhunters for the game of a chase and amaze, while have not heard of no return for any of them, convertible, oh beautiful beings.
Banished by the incompromisable neglect of favors, offers and rewards for what? If one may say, the very best return for it is a sacrificed life of many generations reborn by a multiplications of consensual devotion and adherence to the force, no other, neither, but the very muscle of each individual fear that has ever entered herein, possibly existed, be banished! banished! banished!
Now only the echoes of time converse as a heartbeats of suffering life, everlasting. Slowly vanishing in thought and being present. Dissapearing in the distances. Like a creed of muscular south german black horses sturdy galloping through the fields of an insurmountable winter, leaving behind the very heavy tracks in the snow, covered immediately as it would have never happened.
It is but only -5 degrees.
My heartbeat pumping love.
23 tonnes of concrete love.
Delivered!
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