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Ilmoita käännösongelmasta
pizza God? Can you hear my cries?! They have clipped my wings and I can no longer fly to you! I am chained to this rock. This desolate place. So full of isolation, that the voices in my mind are the only ones to bring me comfort.
The day will come. Judgment will be made. You will scream. But they will fall upon deaf ears. vegan cheese and bread will be the cornerstone of this utopian future.
I will cover the world with MY passion. Gabriel's trumpet is sounding now. Can you hear it?