| Alter the ways of transfering to distant planets
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| The cosmic crypt is opened and noone can pass it
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| To taste the burning future or the frozen past
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| A million years until this dark passage opens up again
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| When time used to exist and darkness was enlightened,
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| The fragments of suffering were vanished
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| Through nether grounds, inside the future cones
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| Gain access to enter the convex corridors,
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| To life you to the districts of infinite density
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| Filled with dread i am ascending these weird
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| Space-time adaptors across the dark matter,
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| To the sphere of the unexplained
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| The black points create and multiply
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| The unrevealed level of light-speed,
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| Causing overall defragmentation
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| And diagrams of time emerge as none
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| And then the wormhole is cut off
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| I reach the side, the side of no return
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| The view of this psychic place,
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| Becomes my way from nowhere to somewhere
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| A crystal sight of this bottomless abyss,
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| A sensation that’s turning to real
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| Is the convincing fact that i’m physically dead
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| Within the abstract and the undefined
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| The need to proceed with the mental devoutness,
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| Is the most intensive reason to fade
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| My intellect is not evolved,
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| The conversion has been achieved |