Fratello diavolo intricately plans his machinations. When I am wont to be with you, he is there. When expression comes forth...that whisperer is there;blast! How can I get my alter out of these locks of hair? Most despised brother! From the beginning, you were a prevaricator, nay, a liar.
Hephaestus clan prays to gods that cannot answer;dead they be. Dwelling in the mire, the kinsman embroils, entangles, confounds and confuses wrapped in fleshly desire. How many graven images are risen?
Ask not that I stand and deliver. The merest sliver of hope is dashed upon rocks as the waves pound the surf. If I mayest, I quiver. Your free will essays to be the eternal death of me. Curse you shade;fearsome penumbra!
