it was closed and dry and dusty in the house of the gods i have said to the magic was gone but that is not true it had gone from the magic things but it had not gone from the place i feel the spirit from both me weighing up on me and nor had i ever slept in the dead place before and yet tonight i'm asleep there when i thought we just don't uncle cry in the throat and fight in wish no acknowledge almost i have card always you mean it
