They have ridiculed everything
Dissected the sky like a kid that plays with butterflies;
I felt our animal instinct fading in the monotony of our lives;
Words accompanied by tears are getting their meaning diluted
They are not the holes in my memory that are making me sink;
But those memories that I keep in a box of thorns
I have erased myself;
Wait and see their prophecies with their chained sky open themselves
I saw everything and everything was dead
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