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𝗔 𝗴𝗶𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁. 𝗧𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗗𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗯𝗶𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁. 𝗚𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝘀, 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝘅 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲. 𝗪𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽.
The autumn celestial sphere was candescent as Zeus' eyes. No clouds stained it bright blue skin and the sun like a lustrous medal pinned to a white sheet of paper. Nocturnal was obvious and sky was cataclysm and rather-than dense turbulent. Stars carve the sky, forming formations, Zephyr caresses the hair. Rhythm singing in between ears. Happiness envelops the inhabitants of the earth, i.e. mortal beings. Sorai so sounded the voices of the souls and brilliance person in their activities. They never postulated and would never know what is going to punch the macrocosm. Tranquility didn't persistent, twenty minutes later without a hint from nature. A discharge blow the hammer out the earth, blood-curdling it's neither day nor night, it's like middle between day and night. A few minutes later it was squirming and writhing with the pain of existence, it flashed once, shiny and polished, like the cold golden branch of the Apocalypse.
Lightning branched in the Stygian sky. It was like a liquid, streaks of gold ore were forged into forks over the heads of all of you. The whole world trembled as they suspected that this was the end of world, nostradamus. They are wrong, this is the beginning of everything. That discharge was neither almighty anger nor his curse. This is a miracle from him, has come them with a miraculous from Jupiter. Consisting of a moiety of the young adonis men alive, their dispositions are authoritative. All the oeillade furthermore curiosity of the universe will be theirs without demand. We Introduced you CASP'S HUSTLER known worldwide. Penetrate the leading time and the last time. Perfect combination of magnificence intermediary from the Elysian Fields. The strongest creatures will not be affected or will not disappear by time. The splendor is theirs but it is who they are. One punch puncher all stumble.
ㅤㅤThe gong is ringing, the shouts grow louder,
ㅤ our blood boils and it's not rough.
ㅤㅤWe the future and we are dreamers.
ㅤ The ring flips and we do quite a bit.
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𝗔 𝗴𝗶𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁. 𝗧𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗗𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗯𝗶𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁. 𝗚𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝘀, 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝘅 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲. 𝗪𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽.
The autumn celestial sphere was candescent as Zeus' eyes. No clouds stained it bright blue skin and the sun like a lustrous medal pinned to a white sheet of paper. Nocturnal was obvious and sky was cataclysm and rather-than dense turbulent. Stars carve the sky, forming formations, Zephyr caresses the hair. Rhythm singing in between ears. Happiness envelops the inhabitants of the earth, i.e. mortal beings. Sorai so sounded the voices of the souls and brilliance person in their activities. They never postulated and would never know what is going to punch the macrocosm. Tranquility didn't persistent, twenty minutes later without a hint from nature. A discharge blow the hammer out the earth, blood-curdling it's neither day nor night, it's like middle between day and night. A few minutes later it was squirming and writhing with the pain of existence, it flashed once, shiny and polished, like the cold golden branch of the Apocalypse.
Lightning branched in the Stygian sky. It was like a liquid, streaks of gold ore were forged into forks over the heads of all of you. The whole world trembled as they suspected that this was the end of world, nostradamus. They are wrong, this is the beginning of everything. That discharge was neither almighty anger nor his curse. This is a miracle from him, has come them with a miraculous from Jupiter. Consisting of a moiety of the young adonis men alive, their dispositions are authoritative. All the oeillade furthermore curiosity of the universe will be theirs without demand. We Introduced you CASP'S HUSTLER known worldwide. Penetrate the leading time and the last time. Perfect combination of magnificence intermediary from the Elysian Fields. The strongest creatures will not be affected or will not disappear by time. The splendor is theirs but it is who they are. One punch puncher all stumble.
ㅤㅤThe gong is ringing, the shouts grow louder,
ㅤ our blood boils and it's not rough.
ㅤㅤWe the future and we are dreamers.
ㅤ The ring flips and we do quite a bit.
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