Storm
They might be hungry
Bloom
I couldn't carry the enermous of any
Doom
They revealed the reality
Wisdom
Were given the meadow of charity
Dream
A lot of impossible who break the fate way
Freedom
The seventh roar of tragedy's baby
Opium
They were made from the sins honority
Random
The most intimate space to place a rash journey
Warm
A room for affection and joy
Pseudonym
The way for lurking from the invisible mockery
Roam
A step for knowing the intense visionary
Palm
To place some hope and wish gently
Stream
Like a path for the hidden viceroy
Slam
Were opened the cheap Vanity
Rhythm
Echoing around the beauty of calamity
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