Ens Cogitans Dying In Your Hands Again
Crystal wall. Avarice. Prone on sod in profusion I'm missing you. Misbelief. Theatrics of delusion. I mesmerized by own rave I persuaded that it is true My sanguine sap evaporates But I for ever dote on you No demons, no lions, I'm dying in your hands again Verdict done. Execute. Put me at the pillory I_m missing you. I've got due I and me... and memory