comes the breath of the world,

I will wring your neck,

that fall from your mantle,

scramble-brainｒeａｄ.9９cｓｗ•ｃomed rat,

No entry here.

Through these windows

of your carcass to

the victories of theｈｔtpｓ://ｒｅaｄ•９９ｃsｗ.ｃoｍ people.

go back

the four corners of the wind,

Go back

with seven crippled feet,

fresh red roses,

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I will sweep the bits and pieces

your bats wings,

Flap

I will stitch your eyelids shut,

I will trample the feathers

Go away.

spiderwe九_九_藏_書b egg,

Dont come in.

south with your umbrella,

Sadness, scarab

sadness, and bury your rodent bones

north with your serpents teeth.

beneath thttps://read.99csw.comhe springtime of an apple tree.

bitchs skeleton:

No entry.

No.

No sadness may

flags embroidered with

cross this threshold.

I will sew your shroud,