WHAT A FATAL DESTINY YOU HAVE AHEAD ! you are crumbling , crumbling , crumbling , non stop ! and you can't do nothing about it , you’ve dug your own grave !
don't spread your wings , bird boy , your plumage is made of knives . don't unveil your horns , monster boy , you are no good .sewed by LUIS . art cred .
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