Clubs:
Sigil of AUM

Svitanje-DownDownSvitanje-Down
And I spat blood on golden shield With dirty hands I removed the wings of slaughtered angel Damned ones poisoned our children
Dull is the blade of my sword Tears of glass and swat of silver The light of my eyes in darkness turned
Sadded swarms of humans cry with unreason And angels toasted with blood of cut up girl And a new god created an insane throne While we withdrew to darkness to, non existent time, to dreams without dreams While humans from fright began to cross them with torn off arm Uncalmed is the fear of descendants &
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post-mortem eloquence.
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"Why do you murmer? why do you dread the calm symmetry of death? is there no sucour to be drawn from oblivion? the pattern must be complete, birth is but the first preporation for death."
I like you... I'll kill you last
DAA Room#1323
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"I used to be with it. Then they changed what 'it' was."
Grandpa Simpson
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i am the captain of my pain.
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You can't stop me, I'm close enough to kiss the sky.
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MEMENTO MORI
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