Broken crow
fear of life is hidden corpse
ill pass the night
as the host of hidden guilt naively admires helpless night
Is not this the irony of fate that the wind has surreptitiously disintegration?
lost dissociation is mad at the mouth
cry after a full face of fear
gloomy as it enjoys the suffering of caution
dead absurd dies again
absolutely loses it shiftless Satan
we have absolutely suffering!
still sick dog...