Maleficent Disinterest in Condescension: A Turning of Tides I

Bitter sermons of an outcast, 

     Rogue grammatically poetic errors half carted as if dead up from a hoarse and bloody frowning always since her genesis overly abused thrashed invisibly silent noose throat, Whose sermon was but a pathetic indescribable psalm of love no one but the intangible ghosts long historical legend clouds lost amidst nearly undisputed myths, Fear hath caused to arise; Angels, Time's only ineclipsble unreunitable whilst living lovers!

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