Reflecting ourselves in the blood of all the beings we
Everyone is doing their best to destroy it
Simplicity's forgotten
And we
Are we left all alone?
Mother has no time but she
You have the power to heal yourself
All illness can be
Serpent of light, movement of the soul
Crawling stately along the
Breathing slowly, mechanical heartbeat
Losing contact with the living
Almighty T
Anything that has a shape will crumble away, disappear
We belong
Mysterious form, soul in the dark
Under this heavy sealing concrete
The sickness of this world is destroying all the dreams
The
First of all you will eat all the bodies
No matter
I'm scared to death when I see them arrive
Infected eyes
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