Léwksey m̥dstrés ókʷ n̥kīént néres klewóm polewes. was stolen from the good gods the first fire and received by earthlings1, under Kl̥ptá su-deywómos n̥gʷnís protm̥mós-kʷe tként gʰmónes, n̥dʰér great ages, the sky and the earth were young, when ![]() M̥gəsú oywosyu, dyḗws-kʷe dʰégʰōm stā́m yéwone, kʷósmi of whom many good listeners has reached, in those Kʷóysōm su-kln̥wóntm̥s plōims ānóke, tóysu We have often heard the songs of those heroes, the imperishable fame This took too long to do, please comment more often, I need to see if my seed is not up to needs//Ĭommas are long syllables, dots are short. I'm free, where's Subaru? I can't, is blind but you'll see soon that I'll be there. My will's still real, she's here, spirit, Beatrice is WITH ME! You see? I'm me. I'm still on the-."How now?! Bleeding! Wha-" Memories, switching up, listen up! I see the allure of a resting, but fate has done labeled me unstable.įred is here, I am on a tea break, writing notes carriage, a shaking mill. Still adding bits till this thrill has cease, this disease, should at least leave with ease.Īble to see these things, Hallucinating brings images crashing in. ![]() Overproduced is this Iliad, nothing is iller than illmatic. Snapping back, Reality, "Is that, Frederica still?" - Lisping Addict Who sees her? Subaru? Beatrice is, Spirit is, Healing her, Crying miss? ![]() Hosier, Crimson fist crushing this norm that is fleeing the core, tick tick Dozier, Watson's hit, bleeding on floor, then is leaning by door, click click
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