created from war

a rude boys awakening for paris jackson the first taste of water was bothered in sought minds lost walked was the way into darkness's hold hold of myself leaving time to know when time that awaits the mind leaping towards dominion escaping fortune the sands reflection of depth that is one meditation and one godhead no metal may be reserved withing the void abject poverty is when when i had a master a random noble lie a truth, i became worth loving jenna haze nice to meet you kendall the first buddha is the wombe, in the original form mine was contritions wombe of ireland the second buddha is the water of anothers wisdom this is nirvana i love you as wells in ink empty, sasha grey, a great master and my paint for oriana small of thousand oaks three avatars of mind, withdrawls of fear without new literacy the wound of the boy destroys sound