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Nobody feel their presence nobody

Hear their light equation of illusion

A spider with a fly the sun is going

Down all senses ready to feel the

Eyes of the few know real no nails

Can stop them now there's no jesus

That wants to die the prophecies

They're screaming no voice for

Whose that die you number will be

Selected it doesn't mean your rights

Nobody trust their senses nobody

Gives you a chance but in the deepest

Rivers nobody knows what happens

Beyojnd the schelmes of life after the

Ark there's light the everlasting cycle

The dream of human eyes