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Ghost Of A Fallen Age

make a man: are being pushed through their ears with frail mechanical fingers. Whore yourself to save yourself. Well this one here comes with pre-programmed emotions, a

This is the longest night I can recall, a constant reminder of my great fall. I can't fake it at all; I can't fake it at all anymore. In the lap of misery

If the veil were to be lifted from our callow gaze and our existence split wide open, it would expose a torrential theater of war encompassing our rootless

so many splendid inventions that would improve your predicament, but your fingers are ignorant. After the end of all things, what will you contribute, aside from an empty head and a

forked tongue duplicity. Our patriarch has become the ghost of a fallen age, leaving us with nothing but a dying sun and rumors of a secret war

awaits an evil, a shadow of a man, my screams are reduced to whispers, and at my bedside awaits an evil, a shadow of a man, my blood begins to boil. Awake

t help but feel free. * The Skeptic: So this lucid existence leads into a lucid a lucid position? Well now I cant breathe. * The Cancer: It's a dream

This is the longest night I can recall, a constant reminder of my great fall. I can't fake it at all; I can't fake it at all anymore. In the lap of misery

of so many splendid inventions that would improve your predicament, but your fingers are ignorant. After the end of all things, what will you contribute, aside from an empty head and a