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There is a second sun carried by its light

Crossing path with curiosity

Shining through the eyes of the sightless disbeliever

The skyline is getting blurred

In the landscape of the Twins, hills no longer dominate

Grey hosts are watching down

The easy prey is glowing red

Deafened by the tone of nothingness

The canvas is almost blank

Nightmare seems to be over

but time has stopped for hours

I’m seeing now lugubrious silhouettes

Puppets from beyond

Shapeless faces

I’m observing the ground from above

I’m lying on my back

Enclosed by obsidian eyes

I’m staring at odd figures

Paralyzed

I feel disabled

I feel powerless

I face obscurity

Essence is now divided

In the haven of eminence, we no longer dominate

Grey hosts in raptures

The easy prey is glowing red