Post by Inna Orjola

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#Linkedin Queen of Spring, Ringing Princess of the Atlantic World The prophet’s daughter is fresh, her will is intact, ignorance Flickering thunder in the faith and courage of the Pharisees Confidential lines of action, dust of flesh, heavenly flames Pilgrims on the path of rise and fall become blind martyrs, Spells don’t work, not everyone survives the chaos of the quest Pretence, outward respect for the diffused transparent light Bypassing the trackless nebula, the darkness disappears Gluttony slides into a swamp, masks of the veil of vanities Prince of the mud of sin, the road begins and thins out Consequences of the situation on the intermediate path The loss of vanity is beyond doubt and beyond time. Enslaved seagulls above the glory of faded happiness Message of desecration of madness in the dark night It’s been a long bachelor party, hasn’t it, dungeon dude? The ghosts of the past they encountered licked their wounds The arrogance of disbelief, the richness of epic great moments Apex-boo’s solution to strong connections is the height of hypocrisy An attitude of selfless love, a desire for holiness that reveals only purity. The radiance of abundance, the crown in silver is worn with delight, The sweetness of a queen, contempt for oblivion and unpredictable floods. Confusion with too much meaning, remaining unsolved doubt Distortion of unity, superficial desolation, ignorance of the path. Beware of the devil’s retribution in the future destruction of the world Frost programmed a situation of flattery and eternal contempt Dignity proudly strives for the greatness of the sighing forces. An offshoot of the spontaneity of systematic revelry caused by madness. Bloody purgatory pierces the armor of majestic sincere spirituality Despicable karmic barbarians, their cheerful, easy relationships Unrepentant confession, intention to be saved, return of impurities of karma. Scary information about drifting witches, a deferred graceful phenomenon. Isis in the abyss of falling from above the ancient energy exchange Message received, spontaneity of suspicion, we decided to be a hypocrite. The vicissitudes, the crowded house of silken tears, the rustling of the sea Sunlight flowing with newness, smiles of dewy crystal spring light. The vicissitudes of all the ills of the wild in the streams of the unconscious, Freely fruitfully shining at a majestic height in all sensitive subtlety. Appreciate what happens in eternity; everyone who seeks holiness will find The sensuality of an imposed space is an illusory moral value under the skin. Envy of the trump cards of time catalysts, talk of intellectual talent. Theft of lost data, visualization of remote sexuality by volt voodoo This will not happen before the perishable burden burns the eternal fire,- Take the ethnic tongs out of your sinister gypsy stinking ass and tap dance. There is no point in putting out the fire, you will receive retribution.

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