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Canaan Walk Into My Open Womb The Apathy Manifesto

The empty paradise awaits The God of soul and stone - severance ! Oh lovely destroyer, I bestow you my corrupt plagues. Your blood is mine, Lord: we die. My

spezzata arresi ormai al vento della monotonia. Noi siamo il passato, vuote le lacrime e dolce il triste profumo di nulla. Small cold drips cracked the shell Walking

Thrice his arms were trespassed by nacreous nails Thrice his voice quenched the fires of consciousness Thrice his arms were nailed to the nightwall Thrice

"Joys impregnate sorrows bring forth" Vertical ways of essence intertwine the even path of bitterness When perception deceives illusion I sing my gentle

Show me the end of the journey Teach me how to wipe this soiling blood off my eyes hands and lips. I now seek my revenge Over a dramatic pathway. Codex