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In The Air Over The Scaffolds

from The Last Dream by P. Emerson Williams

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A strange frame of mind runs through silhouettes like skewers. The successive breed is a wonder to behold. This piece of writing of a mind, radiant and expansive, shall spark off bursts of loops in your core. I distinguish every single one with excessive ambiguity. The vanity hypothesized envisions the last part. I will bleed all the living dead dry. I'll be the cause of the last part.

Now permanent obligations of death have their basis in abandoned nervous tension. Flush cutting divergences saturated on the agency regulating skin with bloody discolour. The deceived total that will never die, undeniably, the cathartic policy tear down the lunacy of every one with the intention of bringing them to life.

Howling, flow of blood, bludgeon athwart the ground crimson bitter taste, abandon blackout the entire unaided some time ago vital. Take pleasure in the ecstasy of panic in the balance in splendour be conveyed, on bloody wings you’ll soar.

When the task force is pitiless as in this epoch, the usual motivations do not apply, and meaning hangs together in a fury of gluttony. Disaster courts restrictions when all fail to realize the significance of the nocturnally erected scaffolds; shocking plans and decomposition will depart this life and subsequently secrete its corrosive enzymes.

Subsequently, the carefully fabricated reputation aggravates the clients’ peevishness, born rulers who should dislike being an adjunct to the truth behind the veil of press coverage. Shadows of helicopters in the moonlight is vivid, understand; SETA, B61-11 and Satellite imagery will mean drenching the vaulting the trees in either side of the garden path with a crimson flow. The leader will then veto buyouts walk out on supporters and Ingrained Incontrovertible-10, heralding, I hope, a time of Pestilence.

Habituate yourself on the road to your will, you shall be eliminated. When the boundaries tumble, you’ll be crushed.

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from The Last Dream, released October 19, 2016

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