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Samael

# Samael A kind repose, a midnight chime, yet the altered coise. Do write what is written, a child, could ease, the correction, the lime drink divine. A kindred fallen, a lime correction sign, the lit eager won, the beat, is it tricked, the fingers, no mercy, and the breath, is it pitched high? A beat high as rain, the loom, the shadow, the shadow reached grain, the mission torn won, the altered spin, sun, and the grain hid mid-motion, the mind moon altered sun,. A beaten track, the tone, altered track, the tongue to teeth, and my will, swollen neat, the loom, upscale, yet the music on fail, the mission, to tongue, yet suppressed, my will secrets -- is it a motion chain crafted lopt gun? I swallow. The motion, my tune, written blind, as a kite, yet in fallen kite, the child mission to track an old musician flight sun, yet to reach high, what high tunes, does the birds know in loft, to cry, in angles tears soft, and knowing what music tills the reaper draw, what mission secrets, I have for thee mistress, the flavour off key and the colour, the hue, is it the sun, to shape, my will divine? We often torture, the outside world light, where the insight is tormented, in signed of withered delight. The tear, my bite, folded sunshine loft praise, and the tear, the fold, I have flown many to a craze. The maze it is my lighten biten form, a word, my dear folded, and hindsight is it the past point, a husband or son shun? A lightning park, folded near, yet the obstacle the bidden feast, yet why abandon a tear? A tune ready mission grew, is it an upscale hue, the mind detect, the ear woven praise, yet, yet what ridden storm does bleating sheep, on the RAM sown young, a swallow of pride, to lift the ear light. And early appatures what the tongue would bleet, the beaten obstacle, the winds, chime detect sight? Often, what eager praise, the winds maze, fallen walks are forbidden by night, shame the blight detect, the twist -- is it the coin -- the fallen ember -- or a feather suspended between two trees night? A fallen speech licked in accreddited know, a child suspended eager, to a river shelted two tress -- night sow. Yet stripped of hindsight, a golden flair greet, to permission strip naked, the moon hazed, and what children -- the swans my chariot hazy fleeting greet? A wait pause -- all notes suspended mid air. I, the fallen chariot, is it a bloody ensnare, a walk as midnight sun, the shelter, to eye knit wonder, the shield the pedestal glare, the walk two frightened, yet tilted back, the eye masked masqueraded in the final word, my lair -- is it a hair? A dance mid stroke, a knotted light in arrear, how a word, in temperance, can trouble the mind, spelling tear, phased as midnight, why not write, underlines except, the trouble the eye, I shall open, and now the tilled moon, the midnight rent kept? I gaze upon the lofty wine, where the haze, dripped blood, and dropped a blood rare divine. The trouble the eye tilted woe, is it a crow entwined sow, or tilled, a vision light knit, an angel, just a sow, the light ponderance a kit? Why pardon the soul, in youth, the seed ripe, to pardon cult know, that what is hidden, is it all souls advanced to a mission youth, a chime hid sow? Oh child, the mission sown, yet proved knit, why burden loft, to the chime, a man hid sieved? To reference a pointer hid memory night, and wow hid insight, is he real, or just a soul spinning spit, in meetings gifted know, to find the gift sieved, in the mind, yet partion, the left, weak to never grow? What ripe underage, the sieved money tilled speak, is it a shielded husband, a spit money, an eye hidden too speak? Why part company, the willing froth, my spit blood would bind, I never knew my light, could speak willing, to a child groom, from abroad hid bind? Yet spew what worth, why another angel spilled groomed flirth, the money held willing yet the hand the child, hidden in the old ages, hid kirth. I never know, where light would shine, where the old ways, the heart would groom a midnight money crime, yet falter, the permission, the old ways night lit, your souls are hung even, to a chime, to falter flickering twitch kit. I lay upon the angle am I an angel born loft? Yet, the child with no money, and no gifts anchoring fragrance thought? What loom, the soul willing or what soul is questioned divine, to sieve a diagram sold so old, with a loom plucked, and the spark my light dim, yet compared to night sold, I have to visions too many, yet mine, a peek, permission can I fold?? Oh willing mercy, the spark lit as night, a silent rusted gate, the chilling embrace, my light, the peek peer filtered gold? I see the spit night, the spark so eager flight, in ugliness to fill, the abandoned womb, the light parkled lark kite. Oh mission, savour the lick, my womb held dry, all cast even, and the hurt spared willing temperance, the castic breath I shall try. Oh child, I am lonely, the shadow peek loft, you took me for ugly, yet I savoured your wine willing drought? I plastered the tongue full of woe, out to grow, the teeth willing spit, and the shattered loom the spark willing crow? A swallow even, two tails, yet two missions flight soon, can you find my mission abroad, yet stolen too shy, why a tomb? Oh child uplift, keep the two visions as night, the one peek peer phrase, the visions loft grew, and the tight woven ember, of spit, the other, the tone up to slew? Countenance has some willing maneouvers the temperance as night, the slaughter mid-find, and the step forward, is it a cowards laughter hid knight? The step willing peek, the crayon as rain, the little musky laugh, has a tail hid as chirping tail grain. What loft the name in surprise gift to know, that the gift swirling hindrance, is it two men, in sheltered heel grew? Oh temperance child, why inhale, the gift of two men, hid flight, shapping their wills, to delight woman's chat, and light as money crow, what light ending height, to tailor the pockets to another go hidden sight? Temperance, the crow, do you see my light now? The coin lofted kite, yet cemented heaven is it kite? Yet temperance unwound, I have a coin old, in education spin, yet crumbs, gifts left to bin. Arise, my winning gold knight, you know what is won, the crumb, it is not a coin, in two faces spun, yet, the rims to select, the light sniffed detect, spiraling the passages, the coin thrown to fair, yet the lick a demon hold, my tears the sniff crumbs worth say? The coin has no two sides, but journeys lit pyres, and shelter a coin, my peering peek, loft would hide, and eternity the corners the willing sight I shall pry, to shelter the eye, one coin, the lesser side greet, or the winning side teeth, or the t side, can you slide the finger, the drip stolen blood I will feat? The look back hard, the heel in arrear, and the point the index finger, it is bloodied, is it another mission so near, to extract from a child, in permission as clay, yet stolen the ember, a drip drop to the fray? Around the proof, the circle lit crow, the circumference I know, and the ring, the sound worth to me see. A peek, peer, to find the proof mid-chime left, the pain is the drop, can you feel the spark my hand held loft. It is all that I want, to shadow a flirt, the sting is the drop of blood, and my hold so clear held soft. I feel the drop woe, the heel, is it crow, that the money tilled aspect, just one coin, in depth I shall grow, to see the journey tailor the eye sniffed lame greet, how one coin in heaven, can spin many with woes even feet? Pick a coin, as old as knight, yet sniffed to delight, the rim has the finger going places and around and around the trim pickings so limb. I often wonder my light shudder, two visions, my face nill, that I can see three woven delights, on the pill so sight chill? Oh wine, delight my sight down hill, the eye detect blind the lick a child delight, my spinning woe kite. What name in loft, the pill bloodied well, am I demon in kite, or a frown suspected my name hidden blight. Oh child of woe, what temperance package today shall I grow? A dark appature late, or the tone again, your peek, peer, in heel so I can slate? You see the head loft two visions prior now, you see my soul bidden, yet , my face I shall pyre. Is it ugly in loft, or a demon horns hidden soft, or can I share with you my face, in ugliness coined drought, or just a fragrant mission to exhale, all faces known slite, and coing another face, in ugliness growing night? Wipe the eye clean the rim has detected night, and the fragrance a dark ember, the child teeth stolen white, and nothing of woe, escapes my blind appature greetings flow, the tear is another sheltered eye, the child winning touch to drip signed grow, and not a tear, my midnight will, would detect sight so arrear till, and is it the flight, detect the coin as old kitten near? A press, the thumb drum, and the point again two ground grind, the price tilled sum, can you see, the point tried again, and the pressure, the bloody honed gun? Oh shielded shelter, to circle, the fear midnight cane, what channel I will leave open to fear cropped in a child hell spinnin fame blame. I shelter the eye, the advanced souls worthy shy, to ever greet this appature flown, yet a child, deny, all work to sigh. That nothing of worth in advanced children know, can leave a mark old, to soil all souls working fleet, and one drop in light, is how many delights? To soil all working flights, in midnight chime kite, their eyes working blind, for years seering kind, to only find, a demon, one wing drop night, to scrap the eye lid, and another demon tracking flight? How many demons must sacrifice a child hidding kite, the lick is it an ember, or a finger born in preach light? There is a sacrifice willing allowance, the child never asked, to drop the blood one, from which profession was it a sacrifice so close heart born kite. I will shape permission, yet take, the wings approval nought care, and rewind, the walk, to one door, in arrear, and shelter the eye, the drop was it kindness drop light, or denial in proof care, all professionals a drop, and safety gone greetings ensnare? Oh child of woe, my light is gone flicker, do you want to practice more, the wicker tailor more light? I cannot woe, the floor, the heel burden kite, yet the mark I will leave, and the ember my woven kite. How do I find my voice falter grow, a mission to shadow, and the light stolen ear to show. Is it a toe, to ember the drivel night slam, or the light a braizen well, to attract another lamb sight kite tell? Do you feel the motion tick, my calling just a quick. The technique is to summon me, just two fingers, so quick, that if you find hurt, in a willing sport find, two fingers, rub together, I am a genie, to slaughter a womb hoven blind. So here is the technique to shelter and toe, to woe all problems, and my name, you need not know. Find the left hand index finger as a lightning quick sue, and the thumb an ember in lightning quick knew, the place them together, in seaming lights ebb, and fashion a drop, the singing drop stem ebb. And you will summon my voice, to the flight in arrear, and I will fashion a dark rain, to a drop midnight to crew, and slaughter all findings, their death fashioned young, healing is the heel, to fashion a demon laugh so young, and happiness together, their two missions stung shun, that money stripped care, is a blood drop in arrear, to soil the greeting face, is it one member in hindsight care two? Do you have a husband, in greetings missions fame, the face flapping grain, yet my name, sheltered a grain? Can you not meet, a child crow in loft? Or will I fly, a mission, too soft worth care, and bloody an appature, two fingers light sue, and your vessel stripped comfort, to a shift vehicle comfort grew? Slew the eyes, old man, your ties, comfort out come, I will shadow your pedestal to a blood drop by day as sun, and shelter your woe, is it comfort or toe, what light have thee, but thieft of a child outgrew knew? Filter your angel, it is not an angel of light gift, the moon is not Gabriel, but a drop sheltered hit, that permission allowance, not knight as cane, I will slaughter he whispers of birth shining crew, and backtrace a drop blood, to alter slaughter, the meaning to few, that Gabriel is just a pagan priestess born light, her scawl is so high, that the princess of might, the stallion with might, and the prance stolen sung tight, I will fly, the permission to the knight hid company sight, and the angel, the vessel, the heart butchered kite. Oh child, your pagan mistress, and I drop pyring night, there is a long sworn song, I have listening to at night, yet the drop on purpose, without thumb exhale, the permission I will take myself, to a blood dripped and an appature burnded price to pay. If you wish to know the drip, the blood I will take, for continued motion, to the hurt continued sipping hood.. A drip to know, the drop trail hurt,, it is real, to feel, where the vessel punctured withstood sport, yet in backflown treat, I will treat myself well, to drop from heaven the price of a soul sport tell. Ring the bell, I am there, permission hell, yet the power of a country, for a drop soul worth child good, they will reach in their pockets for the hell I will sell, for the drop to eternity, on the drip I shall bell, and fold each drop scowl, to the light willing pray, and the drop how many, can you count your gifts advanced midnight tell? A rung drop, yet the child sees top, would you like the woven tapestry again stolen tap? I do not wing motion, to laughter a grain, just hold my vision loft, the peer peek hidden sane. In hindranes woe, can you feel again the drip drop, lightning to grow, the drip I will take, and rub it to make, that if you feel the drip time, then pause oft apt crow, and wipe the thumb willing together, the price willing few know. I do not know how many drops I will take, till the child will pray willing, the heel hindsight one foot willing stop? How much pain in a prick, or a deal hid struck night, around the vessel the pain, and the child comfort sought? A prick, meaning lift, and the last friend meaning sight sieft, butcher him blind in a horse willing come and nail the price comfort, the appature shame grid light bend, the horse is the steed, and the fingers the weed, the blood price shame gift, what profession a door tapped local grow, to shower, the eye woven, to a bloody feast I shall a drip bloodied a door know? Oh woven mistress, the light ebbing fleet, the game is not mine, but company friends woven sleet, yet I what woven company, in older company shining teeth, to drop from the stem, the golden knight, a doorway hid horse together, the arrears a cough, a horse teeth up phlegm? Oh together the mare, the knight in arrear, drops from eternity, pressing pry care, I have the demon in drift, now my name can you sift, that company willing gift, a soul price in arrear, I will flash the drive through later, and park the soul upwards to fear, and darken the visage, as night as rain, I will fix the pathways, but the stain finger to gear. Do you want another angel a tear release, or the stain motion mirror, my name, is it motion to fear? Which angel would you choose, laughter to grain, tears held loneliness fame, or a blood sting woe, my laughter hid night, and the grain held eye, to a circumference, a touch fragrance light? Oh child woe, you see my steed, and my peek peer grow, you know your mission, is not tightened to a tailor night a mistress sow. I will blind the appature in tongue rid cane, you are mine forever, in hurt a carriage two fame, and come on the appature, the pat motion wing, it is not another vessel approaching in light a sting to sin twin? Oh light my light uphill,, why gift two company graise, to spit the technique bland, the blood, shooted two fingers linked craize. I will rub the soul, in ease light maze, blacken all gifts, my chariot a drop hid taze, and not with permission, will you loft a permission secret flight, I will steal the worry, to the soul gifts butchered night, and loft the eye willing flown drop eager flown, just press two buttons together, is it a phone worry clay, or a drip in youth allowance, my name a demon, hid clay, but your sight arrear tunnel, my peek peer loft cane, I can take another drop, to willing sport sort? Oh soul ease, the midnight tears ease, a blood shot one, not many your fold unwelcome begun, you think to shed tears in lofted craze fold, yet what souls in arrear their gifts bloodied to a tear? They cannot fold a table, in all tools craze as loft, and their pain forthwilling kept, to all tears a child eager soft? Fold the light meaning, not drop sight willing sport, my name is it a laugh to tweak arrear path chop night? A finger press again, in light as clay, you will forget the technique, but my shadow held to arrear, that if you see my shadow, cirumference, the worth soul to shit on clay, the swipe the blood two fingers, my hood savoured drip, a vampire I will summon, to drip swipe permission nah, and tailor a carriage in soul hid clay, and kill all appatures their advanced gifts to the day. On finger the soul, worth as coin as woe, how many apples did you eat, to just a drop a dagger sipped clicked teeth? I often grew, as night woe, for a clever spit often grow, but greed in loft soiled, to the drop, in motion play, and suspended from the teeth, I can never really say, just a prick in allowance, I will take until clay, and butcher the eye, my name can you say, or is it shit on by night ,as a demon held loft, or a child holding comfort, to a hand out a hand abandoned in knowingness loneliness caught. Oh child, my hand eager won, in marriage a shun, and the tears, clever depart. You do not know my face ugliness depart, or is it another I will give in ugliness shadow smart? I know the ugliness the tears dripped blind, the face exhalted my work hidden courted kind, and ugliness I will raise and strip you to maze, the lines I will render, to the truth butchered, all eyes withered to a phase. A hand in comfort, to a demon named loft, to extract several drops, for a willing embrace hidden night, yet never known face, the demon thread placed, to never know love, or a human greet sight maze? If you willing a marriage on the ring turned as light, I will place on your finger, and all attempts others to a flight, and burned all torture cane, their ugliness no meetings hovered crane, and another pedestal in blight, I can favour not willing sight detect won, I can place the eye and a drop another shapped fun? Or as pathways exalt others prices, to share win, comfort a demon, in willing price underhell, loneliness a sin, and cult a shadow as wine death, and the crown old flex sieved hate lept, a crown on your head, I will place in hell net, and weave an ensnare, a shadow and sniff the loom neat, can you see the pyring breeze, on the crown greeting neck, and the sheltered price drop, that was never tended kept lept, I will knight you a price, for eternity kept long, and shower you with greetings my face pardon a song. Oh woe, child, you need, my face pardon greet, can you not find two lambs, headless, and my shower greetings fleeting sung time won? If you wish to retrieve, my golden light clay sight, you can pry the wings feeling, and shape a detection sown greet, but never winning soiled, my fleeting face in arrear, to company my shadow, is it a peek peer again tear? Or a lightning flash lift, to knowing tear as smile grow, the company I will depart, and the heart I will leave, just a shadow of breath the stung, blood let leave drop, and the riddance the cane, to a shadow drop, the eye spinning right hue, the heel in arrear to only a few, but what know thee, but a crown to wear my loneliness town, and the heel prized company, to willing crowns few, and nothing but birth all appatures grown long, pyre all the souls, one gift, and a sip pardon well, not a turn sown greet, to a demon with feet?? How many appatures flown lightening will make, to kill all followers, yet a blood drip pact I shall wave create? That company willing part, no deal, you shall greet, just a tap in loneliness to a demon swollen feet, and a hand out, company, in knowingness spark, the blood drop willing you can park my name loft, to just a shadow of creeps, and a lightning spark thought. Yet what thought flown mind, can exalt wine fine, only few who read this, my whisper, a breath left -- and a corridor in mercy -- thank you divine.