The Immaculate Conception Lyrics Famke Janssen (Lord of Illusions): "Flesh is a trap. That's what he used to say. Flesh is a trap. And magic sets us
dome into the forest Of Ibilis Like the wilderness of Tan The Verbal Hologram! The Verbal Hologram! [Pharoahe Monch] "My perception of poetical injection is ejaculation The Immaculate Conception
Übersetzung: 504 Boyz. Die Unbefleckte Empfängnis.
: Mother Mary, won't you tell me Who is this great creator? Can I ask him? \"Where did you meet her?\" \"Was she your everything?\" Maybe somewhere
What the fuck? Put your teeth to the curb, cuz right now I'm gonna stomp your fucking face in I hope you drown in all the cum you fucking swallow, to
Mother Mary, won't you tell me Who is this great creator? Can I ask him? \"Where did you meet her?\" \"Was she your everything?\" Maybe somewhere down
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седьмое число, встретились взгляды мне от нее ничего не надо она не нравится мне, я не нравлюсь ей я не знаю зачем мы были вместе у нас нет имен,