Your viewpoint, on them, is defined as being low, its host always to be, banishing, showing this hatred, by your set views, astonishing, casting them out from any happiness, simply vanishing; ends their put thought with its full truth.
Your twisted imagination, about those beings low, heated, grips the mind, cooking a life of lies, hooking victims, conveys told wonders, seeing everyone as bad, down gleaming, not like him; they look instead: more like monsters.
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