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Empty words prophesing my future

mournful laughter is reflected in my eyes

his tragedy distributes my point

and uch my sacrament

From pain rise my love

and free me my gloomy jewel

my ego withers with my last sunraies

save me and i raise over my mind

cloudy person hovers the prohesy in

likeness of the last stone

the sorrow is bloomed

meadow of my soul with

thousands feeling

of sadness, the last touch cold sun

yet is culmininating of affliction

annouced soonly arrival of a

big truth of rebirth liers

From putrefaction of my I, I dont

find startingpoint

temptation

the fear binds me hands

on the tomb I read the name

my epitaph in poor present

I want to scream

but the hand of knowning

presses my throat

save me!