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Lord of Syndicate,
Vanished Cliques. ༒

The heaven folded bleak then proffered absolutes parish to swallow and molest spirit in singleness witchery when the solemnity begins of lying bones—while our blood metamorphized as the darkest form of castle. Since white mourned—herein comes a handcuffed uncial over the table.

“Vois eius lunam sanguineam
atque miraculum pierate contexuit.”
Beneath veilings of placidity,
A VIGNETTE OF SIM JAKE,
SCHADENFREUDE & DONOVAN KOE.

Moreover the discernible silence starts to pointed festive solemnization… So does tomes sibilate in northwest with raw timbres.
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