dancing devil drain me, rake me like a leaf into a pile with all the others... in flames of disaster, the vice becomes the master, the devil dances faster and time flies away...
Reason for writing:
For sanity to be attained within the boudaries of chaos, one must intoxicate himself in the essence of life... and for that fleeting moment, only then is that person alive.
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