Welcome inside this coil,
Mortal and proud, complicated gear,
This diligent swea
Cosmic sight
The infinity
Cold starlight
Of galaxies
Is it real
That someday we
By the paths of the human race leaving bright trace,
We're
Chaos A.D.
Tanks on the streets
Confronting police
Bleeding the plebs
Raging cro
Thy soul shall find itself crying alone
Mid dark thoughts of
Fantasy & dream
Have been
Forged together
To reign supreme
In realms unseen
Imag
The darkFell down before my eyesBright pictures of realityAre disappearing
From the fields once cleansed by rainFrom the forests and
Questions they tear my head apartAnswers somewhere beyond the reachQuestions
The morning is so freshOn highway dance the whirls of
Epigraph:"Destiny is not a matter of chance.It is a matter
Tender silence fascinatesAnd lead the one who hatesUnto a realm
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