In Their Time

There was a time in Spain that was so insane, that the Pope vowed to never go there again. It was a reign of a vampiric nation of two. Who would know that SUBJECTS were all tunnel through. So powerful and almighty was this duo that a third came into vicinity and all got firey, so this evermore had to leave. Amazing Reformation Artistry, others would see as torture technique. It was not diseased with sexuality, it was cruelty. My paws tap the keys as these hes are in vincity. They miss the canvas of Muncie and the fire of Indy. This time and space is a difficult place to see my face. Known torturers in THIS lifetime, they stay away from all, but exist in my memory and then on the page of legacy. No needs, physically, they bite me severely at least once a week. Uber master takes blood once a day. I fall to sleep and go away. None can receive sexuality because of their brutality. It is best. Now they enter in the thinking process of consequences for situational conquests of me. They are the CONQUESTADOR THREE, and many search for them actually. The caves are brave by the Straights of Gibralter and will always be their actual and mind space. Be my bloody Valentine, all three and we can call Nickolai, actually on a transmission of space and time, no malady.