The summer will sneak amongst us all, for all who stand tall. One summer night, when the moon is at its brightest; it'll shine on everything that creeps and crawls. Branches look like claws, dancing all at once. The women striding through the forest, once the music has begun. For all will hear, we are one and one is all. Hold thy hand, we will walk. Glitter streaks off the tree, we sing; LOUDER. SING LOUDER WE CARRY ON, deeper into the music, "NO I MEAN FOREST." We carry on ! We plop, hop, jot, we jump, bump and clunk as we wind down the forest path. The sworn music echoing so loud as the guitar is strummed. With the utterly sworn music ringing through the air, into our ears. No turning back, no turning back. We are one, ohh one is all. Ashes to ashes all will fall, gazing up huge rings of smoke through the trees. Most of those are dead, sworn music took over, the pure was once pledged. The wicked stand over the righteous, nothing can save you now. Your god has prepared a course for the odd and sickly.
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Enchantment
FantasyFalling into the sworn music, satanism festers through the mind of a hood soul. Let's explore his thoughts ..
