Divine Comedy Act 1. 1 Spell

Spell?

Our Psychoses Sometimes Impel Us... Often... In Hauntings Entangling The Projections Of Reality à Which Bothers Our Lilliputian Intellect. Is It Prudent To Write A Rebuttal?

Expatriating One’s Torments Means Approving The Sentence!

Novels, Songs, Works Of Art, Scenarios Are Infested With These Monstrous Holograms Perceived By Our Soul As Suffering. The Artist Is Not Suitable For Banish What Disturbs One's Mental Balance In The Eyes Of Humanoids Who Synchronize Appearance And Becoming.

His Memory Builds A Slamming Mole Walling Off Dreams, Good Or Bad, An Immense Faculty Of Envied By Those Without Gifts. He Constructs A Distressing Plot, Poisoned By The Twists And Turns That Only He Has The Power To Decipher. The Artist Will Offer The Consistency To Pre-pasted Visitors.