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In a cradle of thousand fires, |
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I burn. While words of poetry painfully penetrates my mind. |
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No star will ever shine for you. |
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You will never see the light of the day again, for the darkness will be your shelter - forever. |
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Lick it - be prepared for the departure of a journey within. |
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Lick a stone, thrown into the sea by the hand of death, |
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I am falling into the rast of my subconsciousness. |
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Despite my blindness |
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I witness my past as |
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I am drowning in beautiful pictures of perverted art. |
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In the twilight a bestial drama is being enacted. |
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Her legs are separated as my tears fall on her breasts... ...oh, |
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I fuck her... |
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In a cradle of thousand fires, |
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I burn. While words of poetry painfully penetrates my mind. |
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No star will ever shine for you. |
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You will never see the light of the day again, for the darkness will be your shelter - forever. |
