A world, drawn in shades of grey
Framed with the ebon
Individual is free -
so it`s seemed to be
Individuality has a
Factory of nameless terror
A clinical science against life
A new dimension
By the light of the moon
Comsumptive creatures awake
Crawl through the
If the choirs of tragedy shatter your existence and your
A creature possessed by brutality and lustCrawls out from the
Abomination of inhuman logic - jailed and forgottenNo more dignity
Dark clowds overcast the sky as I awaitThe birth of
A vision so mendaciousTransfiguration of the sightServant of deception in
I'm sitting here aloneRemembrance is my wife instead of youRemembrance
At nightfall…The rosy scenery changesInto a frozen fantasyWhere the fragme
Someday humanity will beUnable to form an own viewThe price
As an origin of all existence...Spring is mild and pureFertile
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