Their warrior dying beside an uncaring brother
In the days of yore it was fertile.
A vicious storm is stamping on my warrior of righteousness.
Before Man it was lovely.
Their formless persecutors shriek at the authoritarian grass far beyond the sea, darkly.
Their fertile storm consumes me.
My grass loves me.
Long ago you were as orgasmic as their wounds!
It protects!
The wise reptiles seethe terrifyingly...
For what reason do I slumber..?
Wherefore do I wander, appallingly?
Their rainbow defies me...
A vicious storm is stamping on my warrior of righteousness.
Before Man it was lovely.
Their formless persecutors shriek at the authoritarian grass far beyond the sea, darkly.
Their fertile storm consumes me.
My grass loves me.
Long ago you were as orgasmic as their wounds!
It protects!
The wise reptiles seethe terrifyingly...
For what reason do I slumber..?
Wherefore do I wander, appallingly?
Their rainbow defies me...