The misery of life is reflected in my inability to make such a group because of this channel's member quantity
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Then the river styx became dry
And souls were left simply to rot
As their thirst for death grew stronger
They could bear their bodies no longer
And souls were left simply to rot
As their thirst for death grew stronger
They could bear their bodies no longer
Forwarded from THE LABYRINTH OF PIERRE (ɅMIRH)
دیشب خواب دیدم نصف سمت راستم رو کلا ندارم و فقط نیمهی چپم ولی بیشتر کارام رو هم با همون قسمتی که اصلا نبودش انجام میدادم.
میدونم یه عالمه کسشر دیگه که هیچیش یادم نموند انجام دادم تا آخرش که داشتم یکی رو میزدم ولی هیچیش نمیشد
آخرش اینقد محکم دستم رو کوبوندم تو صورتش که همون دست راستم شکست و از خواب پریدم
حس عجیبی داشت
میدونم یه عالمه کسشر دیگه که هیچیش یادم نموند انجام دادم تا آخرش که داشتم یکی رو میزدم ولی هیچیش نمیشد
آخرش اینقد محکم دستم رو کوبوندم تو صورتش که همون دست راستم شکست و از خواب پریدم
حس عجیبی داشت
Paul sees this vision as a mockery of him. His heart is filled with rage and an inexplicable resentment casts a shadow over him. He looks up at the night sky and sees the stars grin. He looks over the owl in the tree and feels his cruel judgment. He recalls all the time he has lost Symba, and his inadequacy bruises his skin. He finds himself in the fires of hell, where even death cannot save him.