Last Days of The Mohican

Drown in emotion, and get burns to the bone; eternal marks of the undone. Drown in submission, and so turn into zombies; nightmares sans cesse. Choose to drunk, not drown. Take the heat as the sublimes does it. Flow gently, amid the mist.. Kiss the fairies of the abyss.. To life and death: Salam.

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