-Sounds of Joy?  Sounds of Hate?
Which Shall I Choose to Desecrate?
Moans and Moans and Moans... Tickle our inner souls. Fiddle the Galactic kingdom built upon us.
Moans and Moans and Moans... Lead our minds to the most endless beginnings. Twist our sanity into undone platters.
Moans and Moans and Moans... Oh Please!! Oh Please!! Stop with the tethered ball. -Thatís unjust exploitation of the genetically stupid!!
Moans and Moans and Moans... Taken by all. Converted by few.
Moans and Moans and Moans... Cries, shouts, clamor, shrieks. Gnarls, roars, hisses, and sighs.
Moans and Moans and Moans... Hehehe!!- Donít go there. Naturalization of infant maturity. -Instead of wails we pretend falsehoods.
Moans and Moans and Moans... Our secret weapon of control. Undying conditions of surrender.
Moans and... Moans and... Moans and... Moans and...
"Oh yeah, keep it up honey!!" -Darkness of the inner realm protruded the calm surroundings the day the Sun fell. For We have all Fallen...As the child spoke, as
the dogs attacked...The Nightshade is broken and emptied. Welcome to the Nightshade...Welcome...Welcome...

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