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Carpe Tenebrum The Painting

his knife (they tell her) touch his pain this hurt to familiar... The drain realms suffocate the power generates the look sees beyond and you want to touch his painting his painting

And she leaves you, sees you, weeping as you thought you saw the storm, callous colours of drawings without seeing in, the negativity a lie and the

The ocean reaps with nothingless pain, for foreign godless pass my entity sees another pray, swirless of desolate concealment rides the waves, where

his knife (they tell her) touch his pain this hurt to familiar... The drain realms suffocate the power generates the look sees beyond and you want to touch his painting his painting