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The Satiric Parody Is Fulill Houndred

Thousand Times

The Estract Of The Fruit Is Bittersweet

Drink The Music Of The Recital Clandestine

Is The Hipocrite Sing Of The Wing

When You Decide Going In The Odisey Alone

You Dont Think King The Ghost Around You

Was The Pain Of Purple Bleeding

The Journey That you started In The Open Sea

This Converted In The Icarus Of The Broken Wines

The Sky Is Envolved For A Moment

The Defeat Of The Monkeys Is Forming

In Drops

The Words Is Evenance

If Delirium Incongruent

Is Menace Your Last Breath