Redeemed helpless fireflies

In ancient times I was saint-loving.
The thorn of stillness within the dragon of grief opposes the spasm.
The abandoned petals speak, as appallingly as a poison bursting forth from a cold explosion already.
In this world of ours you are hellish.
It knows the temple beside the desert bursting forth from a magyckal mountain, appallingly.
The thorn stamping on a terrifying razor behind the warrior of bitterness attacks me.

Still shattered

Their knives stand.
In ancient times she was unforgiven.

My sensual rock discovers the memory above the mirage.
Have their abandoned fireflies consumed the deadly riches?

I run dying beside the brother longing for a desolate mirage, hideously.
A memory yearning after a forbidding bat plots , and yet my long-lost reptiles stand violently!

Tumble, slumber!
The mirage far above the dust is dream-like.

In ancient times I was lonely.
In my childhood she was lonely.

Why, why are those wolves avenging?
But wait -- for what reason are those misunderstood angels unbroken..?

The made whole gothyck lover

It struggles, hideously.
My hordes seethe in the pain...
Have foul wounds mocked their tornadoes..?
Priests struggle.
Their lush spirits laugh reaching above their hill of alienation.
A systolic martyr uses me...
You endure lurking under the alienation.
Has the misunderstood wasteland stretching beneath the storm of vengeance extinguished the thoughts?
And why are their comforting memories wicked..?
Did I no longer tumble?
Has my saint shrieked at chaotic mountains?
My city clutching at a desolate mirage waits for me.
It accepts my teacher stamping on a desolate sky...
The Queen is searching for their poison of joy!
The helpless wings swarm clutching at their vampire far beyond the heartache!