Hall Of Names:Sinacog

Lindel · 08-08-2024, 05:50 AM

Sin City Sympathy

Think free,Andy, at the whole stability show. Now who depends on my ghost shell?
Lucfier was emotional control over sunlight in three dimensions cheap hotels creature testing.
The serpent c-sectioned the apple tree, which was infected, dissected your better thought.
In a bed of thorns, I set it off till the rosa's scent endures. What a stench of yours!
Repent, repent. Black magic serpent suspense, suspect mate. Floodgates succumb to grapes of wrath.
Take a bath, you're Rican see sun sazon servin that plate of ass.

Tested in labs until a miracle passed, raise that snake out the grass.
Hydras in your stash, resurrected with other heads. Who's laughing last?
To mask all your past, phantoms of the opera.
TMZ niggers like you get turned to creepypasta.

Walked over you proper,
while you passed out near the PlayStation with a sleeve of vodka.
I love you, it's okay to fight. You just want to feel the aura,
while you slaughter with concealed carry. My music healed your battery.
Heal the halo. The halo is love, learning factually, facing a billion serpent sons.
Poison fangs. The cog in the converse spins your stars, and verse anoints your brain.

I'm cognizant the sin maintains. It's obvious, Lucifer when he was in chains.
Lose the fur, but still, some food remains.

Respect the text or the concepts get correct, perplexed voice in your head.
True transmission, fiending for my attention. Flowers in the attic, I sat by the window
and watched you do everything backward. It's sin across, send a snake during Sabbath.
The inner altar smolders. Rolling stones while Andrew held up Jacob's ladder.

Unstoppable hellish beasts, a venomous ghost snake.
The feeling is propane. The psychic lock gave you the right to box with no aim.

A ravenous hellhound, from this soul-devouring pronoun,
With each kill, the beasts fed off the life essence of the dead.

A derelict mine on the outskirts of Harlem. You will find them there.
A grotesque mix of bone and muscle, slavering with bottomless hunger,
and it made you wonder why you were brought here in this world to suffer.

Outmatched, the ghost snake's spectral venom draining the life force from its victims.
For its victims never knew love. They were taught the crimson fire and brimstone.
The halo broke like fluorescent light. Stars at night illuminate a fallen system.

Get your method right before the ninja's knife will bend your sight. You're a failed nigger.
But I love you 'cause you set the sails and build heart for the scales, nigger.
Frail skeleton made of platinum. Abracadabra, djinns are calling Aladdin.

The hellhound eviscerated anyone who crossed its pretended light.
And the demon's mere presence withered souls as they exorcised,
leaving husked corpses sleeping next to slut sorceresses.
At birth in its wake, leaving a being seeing outside itself a mistake.
Your father's altar water, Satan's Coca-Cola turned to wine, living enzyme.

As the town descended into chaos and the body count rose, Andrew realized destroying the beasts meant severing Sini's ties to the demon realms, leaving teammates exposed.
He sought an Apache mystic's guidance. Through telepathy, he speaks to his soul
and learned of a ritual dagger that could banish the unholy forces back to hell.

In a harrowing chase across the desert badlands, Andrew finally cornered Sini in the haunted arroyo where he first summoned the beasts. The smell of sazon and arroz con pollo was flooding the streets. Who's gonna eat?

As the trio of hellish monstrosities attacked, Andrew unleashed a barrage of gunfire, wounding the ghost snake and hellhound. His heart racing, seeing a meltdown, anxiety.
Poise, propriety, broken halo, somehow managing to play solitaire on a three-legged broken table. But some things can't be explained.

When the demon bore down on him, he plunged the ritual dagger into its black heart
and saw a flame, a spark of demon pain. Andrew could breathe today.

A cosmic rift opened, and the demon was pulled, screaming back into the abyss.
That's a demon slay.

Its essence severing Sini's dark pact. The upper echelon gods stood back.
The ghost snake and hellhound, starved of their infernal tether, dissipated into the desert night. Since that day, it's always been perfect weather.

With the nightmare ended, Andrew turned to face Sini. But the outlaw was already a withered corpse, the life force torn from his body as a pile of snakes fell.
As the sun rose over Rattler's Gulch, the Harlem River sparkled.

Andrew had banished the demonic scourge, but at a grim cost -
the town lay in ruins with few survivors. When the sin comes, who's a fighter?

Yo, I drop shit from the upper etcha ... long gone before that shit's gonna stretch ya.
Sulfur soul forms, gods crying with the ogre tits, human traffic prescription Zoloft,
tongue forked through the oak trees.

VS

ARANCHOPHOBIA -- SCARED OF SPIDERS!!

ARCHAIC DESIGN: flesh made from a swine; I won't stop fucking until SALEM IS MINE..
Taste in design; the fabric of time; ancient in wine; water extinguishing the flames of a shrine
I'm in love with Andrew James Flores; so beautiful and cut; fragrance release
Taste of the sheik; the beautiful spider queen is your's to keep; DINOSAURS WILL REAP(RIP)..
I'm innocent and fragile; I love fucking my son until BAPGIZZUM..
RAP RHYTHM; and say wisdom; I whisper in his ear..
I am a seer; I whisper in his ear so sincere..
I won't stop until poetry is all revered..

Ancient in heaven's time; taste the swine; made from the design of ELK
FINEST SILK dripped in semon; a vehemoth demon stripping woman..
I am a aracnid of extreme recluse; one named Kursui..
CHRISTINA!! CHRISTINA!! CHRISTINA!! He says in a deep moan
I am a obelisk; a fragrance of death; he is a novelist; a favorite to rest
I am a GEPSIE QUEEN; ancient in depth; he is a pristine king; savored in flesh..
I am nothing without him; I love him spitting phlegm..
I see him with a sword cut down riddled men..

He is a sex beast; a GOD as YAHWEH; cypress wood..
Pristine looks; in my aracnid kingdom; he is a king of rooks..
Singing hooks; and singing books; he is the vermin of extreme recluse
For he is with me; his mother; being breast feed; with a stream or brook..
I love him with all my heart and soul; he is a vehemoth beast..
SEMON TEETH; I suck on succulent nectar at semon released..
I love him to death; he kills innocent soldiers..
He once crushed 20 billion spiders with a boulder..

In the midst of life; we have orgies and spider sex..
I watch him kill spider soldiers; with a ultraviolet flex..
I am a aracnid queen; who loves him in a steeple..
With my soul, heart and spirit; we are EVIL..

08-08-2024, 05:50 AM	#11
Lindel Box Join Date: Dec 2018 Posts: 1,141 Rep Power: 0	Lindel vs. Sini Sin City Sympathy Think free,Andy, at the whole stability show. Now who depends on my ghost shell? Lucfier was emotional control over sunlight in three dimensions cheap hotels creature testing. The serpent c-sectioned the apple tree, which was infected, dissected your better thought. In a bed of thorns, I set it off till the rosa's scent endures. What a stench of yours! Repent, repent. Black magic serpent suspense, suspect mate. Floodgates succumb to grapes of wrath. Take a bath, you're Rican see sun sazon servin that plate of ass. Tested in labs until a miracle passed, raise that snake out the grass. Hydras in your stash, resurrected with other heads. Who's laughing last? To mask all your past, phantoms of the opera. TMZ niggers like you get turned to creepypasta. Walked over you proper, while you passed out near the PlayStation with a sleeve of vodka. I love you, it's okay to fight. You just want to feel the aura, while you slaughter with concealed carry. My music healed your battery. Heal the halo. The halo is love, learning factually, facing a billion serpent sons. Poison fangs. The cog in the converse spins your stars, and verse anoints your brain. I'm cognizant the sin maintains. It's obvious, Lucifer when he was in chains. Lose the fur, but still, some food remains. Respect the text or the concepts get correct, perplexed voice in your head. True transmission, fiending for my attention. Flowers in the attic, I sat by the window and watched you do everything backward. It's sin across, send a snake during Sabbath. The inner altar smolders. Rolling stones while Andrew held up Jacob's ladder. Unstoppable hellish beasts, a venomous ghost snake. The feeling is propane. The psychic lock gave you the right to box with no aim. A ravenous hellhound, from this soul-devouring pronoun, With each kill, the beasts fed off the life essence of the dead. A derelict mine on the outskirts of Harlem. You will find them there. A grotesque mix of bone and muscle, slavering with bottomless hunger, and it made you wonder why you were brought here in this world to suffer. Outmatched, the ghost snake's spectral venom draining the life force from its victims. For its victims never knew love. They were taught the crimson fire and brimstone. The halo broke like fluorescent light. Stars at night illuminate a fallen system. Get your method right before the ninja's knife will bend your sight. You're a failed nigger. But I love you 'cause you set the sails and build heart for the scales, nigger. Frail skeleton made of platinum. Abracadabra, djinns are calling Aladdin. The hellhound eviscerated anyone who crossed its pretended light. And the demon's mere presence withered souls as they exorcised, leaving husked corpses sleeping next to slut sorceresses. At birth in its wake, leaving a being seeing outside itself a mistake. Your father's altar water, Satan's Coca-Cola turned to wine, living enzyme. As the town descended into chaos and the body count rose, Andrew realized destroying the beasts meant severing Sini's ties to the demon realms, leaving teammates exposed. He sought an Apache mystic's guidance. Through telepathy, he speaks to his soul and learned of a ritual dagger that could banish the unholy forces back to hell. In a harrowing chase across the desert badlands, Andrew finally cornered Sini in the haunted arroyo where he first summoned the beasts. The smell of sazon and arroz con pollo was flooding the streets. Who's gonna eat? As the trio of hellish monstrosities attacked, Andrew unleashed a barrage of gunfire, wounding the ghost snake and hellhound. His heart racing, seeing a meltdown, anxiety. Poise, propriety, broken halo, somehow managing to play solitaire on a three-legged broken table. But some things can't be explained. When the demon bore down on him, he plunged the ritual dagger into its black heart and saw a flame, a spark of demon pain. Andrew could breathe today. A cosmic rift opened, and the demon was pulled, screaming back into the abyss. That's a demon slay. Its essence severing Sini's dark pact. The upper echelon gods stood back. The ghost snake and hellhound, starved of their infernal tether, dissipated into the desert night. Since that day, it's always been perfect weather. With the nightmare ended, Andrew turned to face Sini. But the outlaw was already a withered corpse, the life force torn from his body as a pile of snakes fell. As the sun rose over Rattler's Gulch, the Harlem River sparkled. Andrew had banished the demonic scourge, but at a grim cost - the town lay in ruins with few survivors. When the sin comes, who's a fighter? Yo, I drop shit from the upper etcha ... long gone before that shit's gonna stretch ya. Sulfur soul forms, gods crying with the ogre tits, human traffic prescription Zoloft, tongue forked through the oak trees. VS ARANCHOPHOBIA -- SCARED OF SPIDERS!! ARCHAIC DESIGN: flesh made from a swine; I won't stop fucking until SALEM IS MINE.. Taste in design; the fabric of time; ancient in wine; water extinguishing the flames of a shrine I'm in love with Andrew James Flores; so beautiful and cut; fragrance release Taste of the sheik; the beautiful spider queen is your's to keep; DINOSAURS WILL REAP(RIP).. I'm innocent and fragile; I love fucking my son until BAPGIZZUM.. RAP RHYTHM; and say wisdom; I whisper in his ear.. I am a seer; I whisper in his ear so sincere.. I won't stop until poetry is all revered.. Ancient in heaven's time; taste the swine; made from the design of ELK FINEST SILK dripped in semon; a vehemoth demon stripping woman.. I am a aracnid of extreme recluse; one named Kursui.. CHRISTINA!! CHRISTINA!! CHRISTINA!! He says in a deep moan I am a obelisk; a fragrance of death; he is a novelist; a favorite to rest I am a GEPSIE QUEEN; ancient in depth; he is a pristine king; savored in flesh.. I am nothing without him; I love him spitting phlegm.. I see him with a sword cut down riddled men.. He is a sex beast; a GOD as YAHWEH; cypress wood.. Pristine looks; in my aracnid kingdom; he is a king of rooks.. Singing hooks; and singing books; he is the vermin of extreme recluse For he is with me; his mother; being breast feed; with a stream or brook.. I love him with all my heart and soul; he is a vehemoth beast.. SEMON TEETH; I suck on succulent nectar at semon released.. I love him to death; he kills innocent soldiers.. He once crushed 20 billion spiders with a boulder.. In the midst of life; we have orgies and spider sex.. I watch him kill spider soldiers; with a ultraviolet flex.. I am a aracnid queen; who loves him in a steeple.. With my soul, heart and spirit; we are EVIL..