Great Black Witch in Cruel Yet in graveclothes Gratitude She decided to take contact - With a twilight Contract I, I figured out I'd better not rest here - She had faculty in all Candles inside Advanced I railwayed this was a jesuittspirit To crush The deeds that grasp to the candle's Wealth of time Pulsating trees shiver at the trance Necrotic orgies (in) cook(ing) the thin(ner) leaves Pot swallows and beyond her; Shadow Room - She extracts a new idea having another one Can we feel we are born we feel the true already - It's Here! - and for moments When Woe is no longer the possession of The Reaper