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Phoenix envy - there was there 1986

To a summit of our horizon, given nothing to our destination, if nothing serves to the stars, the sun's binding the hemisphere sides of the universe and the mourning everyday is taken, there is a third book aspeaking of our words. Should our words speak of nothing else, let it be on the skull given likiness to God and the apparence of humanity. For God is a figurative literation of a star, tense, tensing of the dialect bequeathed yet it isn't a migration of the omnient beside a separating barder (dictionary) of those who speak. Even if it's only one, one is a omen for the scenarios that came, the scenarios are persisting yet are the suggested chorography of the future and the scenarios to come for the Haven is the past, present,and future. Let our words be spoken in a dance, the omen is upon our sovereignty: it builds such as a communion of a blaze flaming light suggesting transference into a city. the dance, the star is brightening upon a God. Yet belittle upon thy conception the omen



There shall be no action feeding that that hasn't been created, it is with the nigh that actions are bequeathed. Give into a omen of the last because it is the first: within a dance, if first sight of the beginning there is nothing, so at least salvation shall last. For the destination before shall never be, forth now has risen: the nigh is full burning with crystalais. The first dance is enveloping, the nigh is the tempness for the first dance.


To see up on a migration, there's a dance upon a omen. To conceive a Appleton of a dance burning throughout the proposed cosmos, trembling the foretold into a blaze and if the horizon bequeathed nothing else, a singularity beseeches within a flame burning itself until creation advances. Burning on a standed eterium flaring thou cognition to migration, with the presence of God or any God adapt thy have been created. For such burn, there is a will neither vast in the sight not a a pasture so sol sight upon the beauty enlightening my visualization, it is a turn to the Northwest blazing unbeknownst to me a candle, to propheize things to be created. Latter a illumination
Foretold or forebolden a need

Lady death (tentative name)

The momentius nowhere, it begs on a stretching of illumination: the glimpsing apliture glimmering spontaneously upon the willow of many, the dreams spare a moment of limitless ratio without guessing adversary to the assailance further ascending advileration between the cleansing of purity. Accelerence parties farther, the arch of creation is a mere infinite upon the nigh of the abyss: to create, my voice is farther without a vessel.

Beyond the boundaries of dreams, the mechanism exists: Omega is wearing it. A male is pacing within the distinction of imagination, there was always myths: between the light and the darkness, a Phoenix exist. The burden feathers of a dream is upon the costume of Omega, she has worn many masks in life. Once in life, her original costume was a military uniform...was servitude to all things, above all else. There wasn't a protagonist within her, it is why she was feared.

Upon a dawn of a mourning star, within the trail of a star Sapphire and Ruby sapphire a blazes a tale illuminating blazing light shining narrowly of the sunset and sunrise, tinsiling upon the wondrous: forth with the dawn has meaning, nothing keens within the limitation of the cognitive objective spectrum. The limitless imagination is a dance, partying a omen to be heard by everyone: for hence, nothing else is heard or beckon upon. Though a great debate, transpire: within a dance, for such clarity upon the willow precipious embracing parallax without ever tattering each other. Upon the water fountain, laments play between the dawn morning, the star of the rising sea propheized to late a fate to become the sol of the north, south, east, and west yet a dance of it's fate changes perspective, if still not a omen dances: larro to postulization, the presence brings the nigh and the day. it is paradigm parallel congregating the wondrous, it's mind is frequently seeding tribus: the stars rise, the stars fall, the cosmos imminent of creation. the water peddles to the ground blair are there cherry blossom leaves. Upon the wind clears the martial arts


Upon a star, the trying blaze: such a crowd ponders daunt, judge me. The flame preceding within Omega progresses forward. Upon a migration to iterate the inauguration of the heart: the crowd daunts diastrest obliterations upon the pasture given forth, once there was paradise, once there was apocalypse. Daunt the dawn, for within me is Omega: nigh again the theatrical dance, for which my name has been given to me is nigh nigh. The costume protruding the mechanism burns. Dought the trinid white drawf, for within me is Omega: upon the migration to reminiscence on the heart, so much simeous of a dance amongst cherry blossoms prescribing a Omega. Judge me, for which fire is bequeath forth not of yet fort not neither: the accelerence bequeath lingers forth not such the underneath taken, not riding above the horizon.

The costume is a Phoenix attached to it's back, trust not a given horizon: it's a antiprotagonist! Burn upon it's sorrow, the destined of such obliterations doesn't know who yet everyone. Evil scientists: if you talk to it well, it shall not know obliterations. It is a God: Omega!

Darkness pours the rain, there was there were: the Omega evangelion migrates pondering momentum cognitive in a blaze. A flash of light scorching the rain simeous to a ever horizon, never to be blocked by the clouds: for God is amongst them. Terror unfolds upon the pasture unsettled, waken upon the deeds of the fictional: the books draws a map, filter thou wisdom hold handily: pour thou acknowledgement, flaring the common day and night steadily onto the persona of a person listening underneath God. Lift thou wrath, let it be that of a God: for it is such of the fictional book.

Barren no obstacles shall bequeath, without consequences: let my deeds bequeath me without such is my name nighrachnia, adversary to the dawn approaching Omega. Sacred star with me, shall bequeath forth or upon the wisdom of the supreme goddess: uh, my residency, upon a sacred counter to sakura.



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