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The Divine Metamorphosis among snakes and scorpions
Posted by spacegospel7 in Uncategorized. Tagged: A bass drum anyway, A fierce as well, a lot clandestine In a murderous fate, a strong despair Strangling and hanging a large weight. Risking all or nothing And sometimes, About and / or alternately With some rivotris or lexotans Or Valium or diazepam, acrosim, Across this world shaking. Like an earthquake, Adeforte, After much travail, afternoon and evening, afternoon or night That is, Against all his will, akineton Fernegan, all swollen Baggy like a frog Tormented and bewildered, Alligators and guinea pigs. With their cups of pus, almost 100 tablets in one day Divided into four or five outlets Approximately Sometimes mixed with sukepar with akineton or With fernegan, Along with Ogun, also his grandparents, An all pesticide, And a great revolt, And above all, And blind on the road. Blindly in his footsteps, And chasing him on his road. This is a real story ... Among other real stories of Kel With a suffering bitter gall, And considered in medicine. And besides these drugs, And death to him was at the door If it does not take a chance. And you can not even believe, And do not take it anymore, And ended up in the sanatorium, and even attempted suicide. He took a strong poison, And even discriminated. Convulsed with your whole brain, And even for those precious believers, And even now he was so crazy, And even persecuted by the police And almost always, And he cried a lot, And he had the words to say. And his heart was beating very strong sprouting And bombing, And he saw the face of the mad The suffering torments, And he was so bad, And just give it to yell and scream without stopping, And little care. Meanwhile chains to enslave. And behind the spells had evil witches, And little cared, And put more life in one breath of Kel. And he reacted and did not die, And sat there and rehearsing to explain to the priest. But it was so complicated That he did not know how to express themselves, And showed him the spells of the crossroads, and so on. And taken in this crusade will, And so there will parampampan !!... It was a mixture without pity or compassion They were ten, And the big fire on the cross It is the blood of Jesus And this witch pitched snare And Kel fell into the ambush, And the fire burns incessantly, And their trays of gangrene, And there you go. He risked his luck, And these animals are also malignant Which forces the poor The voodoo make for souls The living souls, And they often do not create, And this force was the force of evil, And throbbing and pounding his head a lot Disturbing you too In a terrible insecurity Stealing all his peace, and was a witch Wise The mercy of Satan With its built-evil Appearing goodness With a disguised charity And she deceived the poor, And with their horns, And without stopping to rest. Because there is not no rest, and Yansan Yemanjá. Programmed to kill, Annihilating his life, ansilive, Arovita, As a balm to his deep sorrow. And it was so deep that he had no more Tears To express their regrets. And he did not find a solution ... threw himself into the madness ... With drugs and chemical drugs, As a hidden leprosy people Who indulge in these pigs, As a palliative for accent What consolation for some time But only for a while. Many of them even with his sincere love Massaging the Kel severe pain in their For a few moments, As a safety valve, As a schizophrenic - manic - Psycho - depressive, As an epileptic incarcerated, As anyone who says this: "I raise my eyes to the mountain whence cometh my help? " he no longer knew death because you have consumed and the rescue?, As anyone who's being hanged Or even drowned. It was a stampede Looking for a solution In this tough world Full of snakes, As digoxin A cardiotonic more in favor of your life. Of otolaryngologists. Like aspirin, As if he were a horse, As if your chocolate Nescau distilled in glass. Your wardrobe He was a walking pharmacy, As the idolatries of lifeless images That God hates and abhors, As the obnoxious and ignorant worship ... Santa Barbara, As warheads bombing, at the height of his suffering Amid doubts of believing and not believing! On pain of fear, Atrophy itself. He was so desperate and scared, B Complex And other strong And so on. It was great your arsenal, b-versilia Hepatovis-b12, Because he felt very strange And much troubled, Because he was so crazy, Because it was the great miracle of God. But the demons did not give up. They were like bats in the dark, Behind ... with evil demons. There were many witchcraft with macumbas, Behind all suffering from Kel. But he did not know ... she knew to be false, Behind the bush, behind the evils Hidden in men. What is left at the mercy of vampires hidden With their infernal hosts Often fatal And there goes Kel ... The search for a way to save your life He was the spirit which, being chased and fully Distraught, between snakes and Scorpions ... between the fury of the demons he was accused / With strong negative charges introverted his life. Imagine a syndrome of symptoms to-normal Totally hellish. He saw him, black, bombing it for In To fight in fierce fighting in combat or cruel. The wounds of his evil, Bozos Prepared for it. God already spoke the secret voice of your soul, Brewer's Yeast Powder. Emulsion Scholte Biotone Fontoura, bursting like a Mad Almost bursting his skull in a nervous tension, But had no power to enter, But he did not want to be the oppression that forced him to be, But his sorrow was fast, But only suffering With much sadness and tears. While this was a great suspense for their parents, But there was such a force, But these follies, Causing a major setback His personality, Cebion, celestamine, Cerminion, cerumim, Cewin, Comforting relieve his torment And your bleeding heart, Completely invisible tormented by demons Cave macabre, compressed in gogó With the face of death ... on the moon or the sun And his face was the death of the calf ... Or the death of grandma All withered and tense between the bones Looking like a skull S, cousins and relatives, Cries and many teeth grating, crocodiles and piranhas, Crying and begging for a bailout, Damned and malignant, Dancing in his own tightrope. And Kel was more bewitched, Day and night and morning, deep, Degenerate and twisted, depressed and anxious With severe shortness of breath, desires and anxieties, Desritimando psiconeurovegetativa it in dystonia, Destrovitase, destroy and annihilate them. The Witches betray even their own ... The already predestined, Detonating it in craters. But Kel did not know because he did not see, diazepam, Dienpax, dimetap. Otosporim, do not feel And the Bible protests, do not smell, do not Take, dolgmatil Equilide, Dozens of vitamins granted. Rarical, Driving nervousness, EBO, Elivit, encetan, Enslaved and oppressed, etc.. In a shift or two shifts Or three shifts Morning, Even with much effort and at great expense he Wrongly entered And ignorantly in a Catholic church, Evil in a jungle, Extended, Father Cicero's hinterland As saints of hollow wood, feel, Fighting death. Desperate enough, filogaster, For all he wanted, For that feeling bad, frightened stoned and disjointed looking for a priest. But he was so overwhelmed with the oppressed poor, Frutovena, full of chimpanzees, Full of complex trauma and rejection With a deep sorrow, Full of Dracula and vampires As their hidden demons Deceiving the lost. He was also the social, Full of traps and snares, Gero H3, Gross too Gross as "Brutus" Brutus's Popy. He was going a mile a minute, hashish was, He almost walked just pedaling, He ate the bread through hell, he chose to believe! When there is a hell of a suffer Where there are many tears and torments, He could no longer bear. For he was attacked by wild demons Cruel and wicked. He went in search of a church, he did not see. But fortunately ... To him came a bright light It was the "Lord Jesus" through his mother ... giving him a Bible as a gift ... there along with two fellow Christians ... who invited hi, He got all embarrassed, He loved children, He loved humanity, He ran for a few mysteries of mysticism In the land ... lands ... In the lands that promise the impossible As Hare Krisna ... sheicho-no-ie ... etc ... But always the enemy, He said so himself: - I'll look for a priest I think it is spiritual. - And there was the poor, He screamed in terror strong, he was bewitched Suffering and nutty Sick, He went almost exclusively by bicycle, he would wait until goes down For fear of death and despair It's what I did take a risk. He was very afraid of death, Hidden in itself With its strong hot flashes, His introverted character. As a metamorphosis opposite Its own way of being, His views were darkened. He even vomited inside the car of his father And vomiting killed many cockroaches, horns with pelancas, Housing estate to his He no longer supported He made a pact with the devil, How crazy thirsty, How much was sorry he had tried to Suicide With a terrible fear of dying, How much was suffering. And then he shouted, hoyphinol, I could not express themselves Like he was a coyote, If it does not convert the sacred word, If they do these roads. For their throats are already hanged, In a dark and light. In Lost Highway, In a river that silences many deaths, In a sad flag, In a strange macabre ritual, In addition to the currents. Leaving him insane! They were demons closet In their ghettos damn With their cries hidden Sucking your life With his vampire teeth, in anxieties and sorrows, In Candomblé, In deep pain crisis His heart was beating very Leaking a lot of adrenaline Aceleradíssimas! With strong emotional disturbances, In electrosphere satanic The oppression you explode with And besides the torments Train with a thousand noises, In great fear and terror With a gross fright and fear To see his death and his soul devoured stamped Succored the poor Kel He was dizzy, In great pain he had endured. Shooting down your sense, In handcuffs lusts, In large quantities of pills Also, In many discrimination And your brain shaken With many conflicts and convulsions Upsetting emotions. And resetting your health, It scared the hell And with the great eternal suffering, it was cocaine, It was his father who told the day after the Horror, It was his good fortune. However, It was only be as good. And his problems affected And your sadness and your anger, It's macabre, Its adherents, Jaguars, Jesus Christ, Lashes and bitterness, Laxotan, like damn weird But was he was bewitched. Then he wept very telling: - There's no way for me! He took all the poison from the bottle Thinking it was rat poison, like Satan, like who the hell drowning In deep diving, locked up in himself. Totally stifled and suffocated With fear as oppressive, lorepan, Machiavellian, malignant Totally satanic With its furies of volcanic eruptions. They were the evil spirits of darkness, massacred and tortured tormented, memoriol, mermorex, Mixed with the loneliness, morning, mottilium Epocler, No flagrant human views Who can not see the hidden side, no more face the people Even his walk was already so complex in torment In his intimate, no one comes to God except through Him " Fika in peace! Fika ... with God ... also with Artists Club Classics, nootropil, Not hear, Not knowing the sacred word, Now hitting the hand of his speedometer And for all its fuel, Now what? Between the Cross and the dagger Their fate was fatal Now what? What is it? What has happened? The guy went crazy! Saying to himself: - I'm not marginal! - I'm not marginal! - I'm not margin, Of a hungry hypochondriac To "behead one thousand tablets" For he suffered much. He was very overwhelmed. All of diazepam (10mg) Once it was almost at once A seven to ten tablets. Yeast, Of thinking and being ... and imagine. He was now a marginal imagery and obstinate And very scared, Of those who have a skull on the front with two On the skull and crossbones, olcadil, On a psychological pressure, One after another instead. Or (Arovita) twenty pills at once And not even talk to other drugs, opening his black face. Barbiturates and many were Psychotropic drugs and nootropics. There were many stones or balls, or a base amplicilina Penicillin. In gastroenterologitas. As somalium, or acetylsalicylic acid, Or like sewers full of rats, Or maybe the Big Bad Wolf. For he was a nice guy, Or where will your soul, Pains, Pemba, Probe hospital. He now thought only to live, psychiatrists and psychotherapists. That actually helped, Psychosomatic syndrome In many symptoms together, Quartering it in spurs. Torturing her slave, Quite natural, Realvit, rivotril, San Roque and San Lazaro, Sandwiching it in a noose Squeezing it in your back Invading your being And interfering with his wishes, scaring them fairly, Scaring them too much, Scourged him in their stripes. (Adeforte) were ten ampoules, see your child dying a sad horror. In her fragile body, she protests loudly ... Read: "The Ten Commandments" ... is the word of God !!!... It is for everyone ... even for atheists !!!... And there goes poor Kel. The poor, She rode on the back But not knowing it ... it was a mule, Shouting with pork, skunks, So far from heaven. He felt terror as driver With the black face of horror in his broken heart pain, so impressive, So saying "danger" But all I wanted was out of the struggle, Sometimes you'll even help. But he did not know that the hands of the supreme being, sorvector, St. Cosmas and Damian, stelazine, Still limping around on the roads, Stress Stabs, such as the craving thirst, Sucking your blood But the thirsty soul, Tagifor, tegretol, Teldane, Terragran, Terrified by their faces with horrors Supporting a sad pain, That attack cattle in the woods, that could have killed you, That man cuts a tree ... Cutting with an ax ... and play ... stub Being only one simple object ... Well below the human being a human being ... What God has done and said in his word ... In giving pow, That much was suffering too much. But a force came down from heaven, That these animals were His life became hell And he wanted to kill, That very distressed With neurological disorders Taking it to the sad tropics In deep anxieties, The Bible, The Bible ... the sacred word And after much suffering, The crush their souls. It's the devil with their cages, the devil, The Divine Metamorphosis among snakes and scorpions Demonic caves was a young Evil by oppression, The psychologists, the sacred word. The only true word of the road. And as I was saying talking about witches There was a wicked witch, the sailor Popy. He was rough, The secret, the shaking. It delivers you from death For the prayers of Christians, The skins of black or white fur. In Candomblé and damn damn Umbanda With its macabre and Machiavellian sieves, the smell Lolo. Nembutal, The terrible monster coyotes. He was Umbanda, Their own mistakes and actions, There were several other chemical To recondition it Chemicals were of cardiologists, They fast and cry out humbly the blood of Jesus And the voodoo is reduced, They were also Christians, They were hiding behind, They were in panic, They were the spirits of darkness, Thioridazine, this poor wicked witch Totally wrong, Thorazine, tigers, tigers and scorpions, To the spirits of Umbanda Candomblé and quimbandas. With whips and lashes, Together with other drugs. In a lot bandit, tonopan Neozine, Tormented and frightened By not wanting to be what his mind accused him of being: A marginal! ... Something that in fact he was not and never wanted to be And could not understand why this gross Chang, Tortured and tormented, totally blind, Totally starving on diets, Totally weird, Traumatizing and hurting him Your inner being, triptanol, Turning him in a crate. But in reality He was a nice guy, twenty, type (4 or 6) akinetons Or five or more fernegans, Type perebentas wounds, typhoon, Unclean animals and animals wolves, Uncles, valium, very cheap Killed! There in the hospital they put a probe in Kel And they did a gastro-intestinal lavage And his nose bled, Very crazy and very crazy, volcano, Waiting for the reaction of the poor man, What impressed the poor wretches of the parents, What vomiting killed very cheap, When hell full of punches, Where the devil makes his sieve, Where the devil through lame band, Where there the animals never die, Who also lives in handcuffs ... In itself handcuffed, Who left without speaking to the priest, Who were also prayers for Kel But his troubled life, Why he did not give credit The sacred word, Why not stand the bright light, With a clarity so normal. But there was a supernatural attack Totally abnormal In its being legal Driven to the side you bad. And killing you, With a heart full of hate. And after many tortures, With its dangers and its pitfalls. But Kel little thought, With its fiery lava in action The blow on the earth, With its hellish angels, With its monkeys and guinea pigs with their With his goats and his goats, With its neutron bombs, With its power in silence, With the demons still attack you, With the face of a wake, With the rotary motion, With their bombs, With their evil deities, With their frowns, With their infernal shells, With their sharp teeth hidden these toxic waters, With traíras, With your lungs and diagram compressed between them. Choking and suffocating him, Yes the devil! Who deceives with false promises, your sense Driving your intellect The tremendous bad mood. It was a burden too heavy The weight of her sad cross. Deixe um comentário
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