We'll never break the chain
Of cirkles from beginnings and ends
Who
I'll see the eyes, that looked in mine
Always hiding the
Haunted Visions
Man chases his incompetence
Perceptions became philosophy
Philos
The human race existedWith the certain suppositionThat his death as
Little mother why do you let them weep.What's the reason
Manslaughter, frenzied action, lost desires.Thus sentenced, time's slowed down s
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