dark red-hot Ominous clouds hung heavy funkenglimmende raging below the first heaven and a war cry in steel armored companions and flying objects with rotating blades rattled growling from horizon to horizon. Atomic mushrooms, bomb explosions and machine gun fire an infernal din of anger and hatred and ransacked earth quake lakes full of blood, the thick plates from continent to continent. Right in the middle of the wild chaos of thousands of furious millennium was a little girl was the innocence and the upper sky They called Maria. Mary's thoughts clear as mountain spring and mind untouched by guilt, her golden heart and Sinnreich her grace, the tenderness. But her gentleness was saddened by the ever-mighty raging hatred of angry at her about insane war. With his last strength, hardly the real sense of innocence climbed a hill and reached the peak above the first sky. Now the innocence was in the middle of the wild senseless war and looked from above in a circle around and found only hateful war. The innocence was very weak, had no power over, completed its innocent eyes and let himself fall backward from the mountain peaks in the deep black clouds.
came through the deep Traumesschichten, there on the spot in the fourth level, where the gray is not held by Satan, and the material para-real forms the indeterminate forms, there Magdalena to himself and weakened always completely. Her heart was burning depleting longing for peace that you thought lost years ago, thousands and thousands. Magdalena felt guilty and was alone, despite its mysterious name, the innocence. And the innocence of the gray figure was born there on the spot and thought it was Satan. Magdalena cried a lot and her innocent tears drenched her dress. The innocence recognized that it is not Satan, but the gruesome death in his form. Fear shot through Magdalena, almost completely powerless without their own will to resistance. The innocence lost her inner struggle, went on despite horrible fear of death and fell into an embrace with death, her head resting WHILE on his chest was.
came through the deep Traumesschichten, there on the spot in the fourth level, where the gray is not held by Satan, and the material para-real forms the indeterminate forms, there Magdalena to himself and weakened always completely. Her heart was burning depleting longing for peace that you thought lost years ago, thousands and thousands. Magdalena felt guilty and was alone, despite its mysterious name, the innocence. And the innocence of the gray figure was born there on the spot and thought it was Satan. Magdalena cried a lot and her innocent tears drenched her dress. The innocence recognized that it is not Satan, but the gruesome death in his form. Fear shot through Magdalena, almost completely powerless without their own will to resistance. The innocence lost her inner struggle, went on despite horrible fear of death and fell into an embrace with death, her head resting WHILE on his chest was.
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