Quintessential human melancholy

Pure beauty, in a purely melodic way of “say you must become an animal, for the animal to protect us, the good good animal and so we go to war.”
Accordingly and as acronym of innocence and undoubtedly" in the little bit of my young years of tasting fruits of fear in the depths of my own sorrows : love is all I need to give although it clearly hasn’t been dear to me. “

Oh, how full of solitude I am going to exhale the deference of existence and your own belief.

— the monstruktor