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Devil Wears Prada The Plagues

: Climbing into fire, her hands are forceful. We're burying earth in earth. White hands, soft hands: carefully. This makes no sense. What's that sound

I would like to burn this down. I would like to see it melt in yellow and observe a cloud of blackness rise. Watch it rise as it is wrath himself. Watch

Whatever happened to the integrity found within a family? I return your glare, and my bones are chilled with some sort of sickening recipe of fear and

You've compromised your doctrines You've surrendered yourself to fashion. Come back to your faith; Come back to grace. He sang with us and loved others

I wish to turn around and return (to her warmth and laughter), but this calling is strong, and denial is impossible. No measure of weight can justify

I am the speaker but what is responsibility? This is beg of you, build me brick upon brick. High tides; waves of hypocrisy. I didn't think the clock