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My dreams see a naked skull

That's our Earth!

Woods became wrinkles on her dry layer of dust

It remembers everything with pain to survive,

It means to suffer all of ignorance, hatred envy

Every human is a flaw of Earth's next existence

Biological death is long ago broken

its cry are brooks of tears,

dirty they roll in the slots of the old face

Every next attack destroys their band more and more

How long? still alive? try to hold out!

Try to stand for a next age

Don't be a naive, this process can't be turned

My dreams can see a child,

a new prospect of development

But it knows, what his expectation

It will be all ready dead and cries for a soon death

So be alive for a little moment

or die unborn unseen the uncoming age

I want to get drowned!

Drown in the drops, of my dirty tears

This is not normal process

Appalling spawn's be wonderful, when falling from the sky

Stop the next age,'cause we'll pray for our children short lives and their hear death

Stop their unseen destiny

I want to be other to dissolve my selves in them they will clear up my fate