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10. The Pregnant Of Despair (Lord Ov Shadows #II)

 I was returned to consciousness in an antique bookshelf
 Where is there now it is i am still in existence who i am
 Everything is tangled in my side with a certain thing
 And i find out any terrible traces
 The moment they are returned again [bad word] my memory again
 Time elapsed when how it is the deuce is the matter where it is the matter
 It wasn't the dream how was it that i came back here in spite of i died

 I step carefully out of the bookshelf room
 Why they are enliven and moving but they [bad word] different so suspicious so terrible
 Their bodies torn as if anything eats into their heart
 Who is not different much that reflected in the mirror is me
 Suddenly pouring down from all quarters such as who burst into tears
 There are too much noises here
 They screamed pound the wall begging for escape
 Deprived of the way
 It is the same thing that i look around in this lightless light in atmosphere
 No more worries no more pathos
 I am fascinated by a touch have no bottom
 No more worries no more pathos
 I wandered from place to place
 Then i see the shadows that was following me
 I find out on the opposite side of certain eyes gaze intently
 The seductive smile
 As it danced or it [bad word] entangled
 All was sticky and entangled
 It led me into temptation who is not different much
 When is not different much the past [bad word] in chase of me
 Then i look off the broken dark mirror
 Someone led me into temptation he shed a sweet pheromone
 I know you the existence of you intuitively
 I was in the broken dark mirror
 Hence you roust me i have  it up
 Still they are chased died conceived and cherished
 I was sticky and get entangled
 pointed ray impaled to heart with a rapid
 It pricked to backend to eyes and to pelvis
 I wandered from place to place in the past
 Then i see the lord ov shadows that was following me
 I find out on the opposite side of certain eyes gaze intently
 It pricked to my pelvis
 No more worries no more pathos
 My fair lady
 No more worries no more pathos
 Close your eyes
 I’m surrounded [bad word] with a naked i was seeing too
 Split i opened the doors the room has an antique bookshelf
 little young girl was hanging on the hook she pricked [bad word] 
 Her bodies torn as if anything eats into their heart
 Who is not different much that reflected in the mirror is me
 I know you the existence of you intuitively
 Someone who was confined oneself voluntary
 No more worries no more pathos
 My fair lady
 No more worries no more pathos
 Close your eyes
 By the stealth stolen a glance in covert still a marionette a doll like a cling on the babe’s mobile
 Still shaken haven no resistance effort for the atmospheric pressure real dwindle thing to elementary substances
 In the face of you i was still trifle have nothing volition
 All your pain in my eyes all your grief in my eyes all your mirth in my eyes
 Lusts for your soul
 Shadows ov the lord the power of desperate the force of the [bad word] 
 It is namely the fates
 Lord ov shadows the heart of yours that my source the origin
 I named the shadow’s fate
 The empty soul grown in the lightless light in an evil hour
 The pathetic soul grown in the lightless gala in an evil hour
 By the stealth stolen a glance in covert still a marionette a doll like a cling on the babe’s mobile
 Still shaken haven no resistance effort for the atmospheric pressure real dwindle thing to elementary substances
 In the face of you i was still trifle have nothing volition
 The humble hovel i have been see the first light of day
 But i was in a gorgeous palace now i was confined
 They crying and wailing pair of lovers died with elopement
 Then i see the shadows that was following me
 I find out on the opposite side of certain eyes gaze intently
 I also have i was pregnant a certain sou