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The imagination with the Hallucination

Are together as one

A cloudy and confuse relief

The abyss is in front of me

I fall again into a morbid dream

In my sepulchral pit

In my primordial darkness

I hear echoes and chill whispers

I travel through the time

And other worlds whose are lost dreams

I behold other places

This is the hell that everybody talking about!

The real liberation of my sick beings, is hard think clearly

Sometime is so difficult stop the natural curse

Of the rivers of shit that they called life...