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There's no mind capable of grasping the beauty

Of pure primal chaos, its quantum genius

It contains the essence but not false definitions

Beyond the verge of countless times and dimensions

Being reached once, and never come back

All the mundane paths meet in a tiny point

All that have existed, all that will just exist

All that have never happened and whenever took place

Time rules over the flesh inexorably

With inconceivable strength and power

Step by step, submissively, move towards

Neither heaven, nor hell

Where the eternity comes to its end

Don't search for supreme entity within perdition

Wandering minds were never to see the truth

Beneath the stars looking down, so sharp and cruel

They've desecrated the landscape

With a variety of graves

Pale worms are swarming under the flabby sallow skin

Fed on the flesh of their blissful creator

He is the origin, the universe and the certain end

Let your pus ooze out of your ulcers

Exult, oh paragon of creation!

You saved the cantle of poverty in your pocket

Marching in lockstep through wavside mud

Sobbing violently, laughing aloud to the sky

You gave your color dreams away

For substitute beauty...

Dissolved in the shadow of your deceitful glory,

Entirely leaving nothing behing... Praying furtiely

For coming back overfilled with glare life force,

For children you have begotten

And ruthlessly killed

They won't come out of slumber

Unable to trust, not for a moment,

You stand among them again through took leave...

Circle by circle, again and again,

By the whirl of life and death

Burdensome ailment corrodes

The sacrament of every rebirth

At a run, on the road to nowhere

That seems to be beaten track,

You discern the light prints

Which only could be left by you

Lie to yourself while wither,

Even the endless finally ends.

Even the darkness became blind

Circles of being going to be broken

Bright image of us died