Riddle — CrazY JulieT

Riddle This’s an antidote against my fear External and inside; Vaccine against my sucking hero of moral weakness. Die!

This spell’s against my fucking curse - Forever station. This spell’s against my lovely whore, Tall of obliteration.

You know there is. Nothing is changing. Nothing is rearranging. This price and there is my riddle - To find a golden middle.

You know there is no changing. Nothing is rearranging. This price and there is my riddle - To find a golden middle.