Dressed with unborn meat, they’re transporting to an atomic precipice by an Philadelphia experiment. Looking for the agora where they free from of the goggle-eyed than look at them… touch them and undress them ignorantly.
Yes. The inquisition walks among the Eva’s flesh, scrutinizing the order than the ribs of mud shape.
Do they sin? – No, Father. They aren’t sin.
But it’s possible than they lead the catharsis which releases this blind humanity of chains and soutanes.
Basements where there are death. They, the skin where new seed are engendered…, die and they’re annihilate, torture, crush… beat them up by lower beings.
Members of the same race.