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Listening to the old devil

Who speaks

Slowly

About details of life

Seeing his signs

Gaze

Desapir

Carved by furrows of time

Feeling his ardor

Pride

Empathy

Which comes from far

Being so close to him

I devour

I drink

I absorb the ancient wisdom

In this dirty world

Without rules and thruts

I run into the dark

To the flame from far

In the labyrinth of lies

I stray blindfold

I run into the dark

By the ones, who brings the light

In my head I hear

Screams

Suffering

On crying lost souls

On the faces I see

Tears

And scars

Plowed yoke for years

I feel pain instinctly

Burning

Bloody

Eating all from within

I'm in the center of chaos

Truly

Without defect

I found a great gift

In this dirty world

Without rules and thrust

I run into the dark

By the ones, who brings the light

He is glory

He is the law

He is a fortress

He is the fire

He is the wind

He is your day

He is your night

He is the everything

He brings the light