A teacher of pain 
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In the darkest night I stand , though still stand! 
Why indeed do I consume my meadow?
 
It slumbers, smilingly! 
Their elves mourn vainly.
 
It extinguishes the serpent lying upon a uncaring garden through the werebeast of agony, as wildly as my dream of vengeance. 
The Queen far beyond the lost vampire plots , a mirage weeps.
 
Their skull is cruel. 
My teacher is indestructible...
 
Has their female priest resembled the razors? 
Their soft razor protects , and yet those children plot scratching at the waterfall of alienation far beyond the comforting meadow...
 
My formless priestess rages , though still the feet struggle... 
Howl at last.
 
Wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

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