share with you. Relax. Chaostar You opened your shelf, releasing an ethereal butterfly. Your empty cocoon is trembling as you are wearing the night wings. Relax. Chaostar
[A hooded one:] "We are passing now to phase VI. The sequence is complete." Cendor looked at the screen making a strange grimace as he pushed the button
When the cursed all are banished Doomed to that devouring furnace Summon me among the blessed. On my knees I fall (before them) Grant the dead eternal
Heaven wasn't wasn't as was fold My heart throbs My strength is spent The very light has gone from my eyes Evil for Good I count on you (God) It's
Day of Anger What dread there will when the judge shall come? To judge all things to judge things strictly What shall I plead in my anguish? Who will
[Mayon O:] "I feel no Gravity. We cannot move at all"! [Gaia:] "Relax, probably this is a temporary condition... Else we will just have to get use to
How useless to keep my heart pure and wash my hands in innocence. When I was stricken all day long, suffered punishment. Day after day. Heavens are
The tone of high-pitched sound, that was lashing mercilessly the air from the beginning of experiment, changed. There was something cold on this sterile
Exaudi and ruin them as their actions deserve Exaudi and ruin them for the work of their hands Exaudi and ruin them as their actions deserve (and never
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Make us know the shortness of our life that we may gain wisdom and heart. Some were sick on account of their sin. Some were forced to rely on their
Rest and piece eternal give them
[Gaia:] "Greetings, my name is Gaia. I suppose I am looking to the right direction. Excuse me if I am not!" The tone of her voice was sarcastic and confident
[A hooded one:] "Primus, we have passed to phase V. The mind of the subjects is projected somewhere near the field of Ante Cun." [Cendor:] "Well done
As I think of you. With cries that pierce me to the heart For I own all the beasts Of the forest beasts in theirs thousands on my hills. With cries that
In a small silver room, two figures are resting upon a bed made from skillfully crafted granite. An eerie purple light is emanating playful shadows.
[A hooded one:] "These are the most promising planetary systems according to Drail's equation. Do you have a specific preference Primus?" [Cendor:] "
The book before them Where all records have been written When Creation comes in Trial Then the Gods will sit in Judgement Canticles as hope Do not
