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It's sad the destiny of who cannot dream

The ethereal unreality doesn't reach its end

So much reality only leads to madness

The mind, pervaded in lucidity, doesn't stop suffering

The power of the dreamer does never end

Prisoner of flesh, rottenness reaches its deepest smell

Logic doesn't make any sense,

sweet is the scent of who its not locked up

Perishable dream of who doesn't want to float

Fluctuation is present in moments of lust,

Eternal orgasm is reached.

So much humiliation to enjoy the truth.

My hate and immense rage blind my vision.

Silencing the fear

Sorrow makes me strong.

No longer friction, no longer pleasure.

It is the routine the one that ceases.

No more waiting, beyond darkness ends

eternity opens up before you.

So much humiliation to enjoy the truth.

My hate and immense rage blind my vision.

Silencing the fear

Sorrow makes me strong.