| This is not the silence, but its void
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| Without memory, fixed in formalin
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| Sea without shores and horizons
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| Wind dissolving dried up remains
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| Obscurity of visceral holes
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| Sinking into remote abysses
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| Fragments of a stigmatized soul
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| Defying the other side of destiny
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| Iron force digging the heart pulp
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| Pure diamond shining in secret on the tame limit of imploring blood
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| Game of deceit and illusions
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| Hand that raises the curtain
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| Every atom of air nourishing me
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| Melting the unknown
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| Unleashing the black cloud of enigmas
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| Don’t close your yes in the face of havoc
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| Cur the ill sprouts!
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| Blind universe, hollow in which we write what we have done
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| We are programmed to believe in something we cannot see
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| Armed with instinct of escape and defense
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| The dead cannot lie
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| Azure bruise, embrace without possess of beauty
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| Immense cruet of quartz, where gold and basalt merge in primordial vibrations
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| Savage dawn, blurry stars massacre
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| Arcane sky, spheres in shiver
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| It is the power of magic radiating from us, exiling us
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| Foster the comment of birds and nature
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| Energy and music of stones
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| The theorem of the devil rustles immortal luxury
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| I am bloodless and now only dust can bloom in my veins dry like brambles
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| And now the wound is thirsty of another blade |