Beneath a Weeping Sphere of Fuscous Twilight,
Stands the Dusky Masses with a Woesome Plight.
Dusky Umbrellas Now Drawn as Truth Finally Descends;
AGAINST the Bitter AFTERTASTE of Twilight’s REALITY,
The Dusky Umbrellas of Obloquy Unit to Defend.
To Capitalize Upon Twilight’s Face of Shame,
A Drawn Single RED Umbrella Enters the Game.
With the Deception of a Flowering Weed RED Has Sprung,
Lying in WAIT For the Dusky Masses with Still Drawn Dusky Umbrellas To FULLY Succumb…
To The
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On Earth FATE,
Their Lustful COVERT Deals of GREED Have Managed to CREATE.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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