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They kept running for shelters

In this endless catastrophe

Ruled by and the only circles

of the almighty Ouroboros

The start of deliverance

The gathering of the east, west, north and south

Meeting under the star’s trails

Lost in a permanent perplexity

It must be the banners of life

The love of immortal force

The perfect circle pursuit

Where death follows birth

And birth of another death

Such a balance

A balance that once has been visible

Where emotions were just another motion

For us to play different impersonations, perhaps ourselves

Playing the role of the gambit

Risking his life to live at the gates of the universe

Playing the role of the puppeteer

Laying orders of mass disorder to claim the decayed thrones

Black gaps of delusions

Fed by the Elysian tears

Restoring the helix foundation

The balance of rusted Libra

Playing the role of the arcanist

Changing the purposes and the principles of each step made

Issuing a new chapter of human anatomy

The rise of new properly scattered nations

Playing the role of the neo, the oath

The grand architect and pillars of Sine

Supported by the erotic flesh

The enslaved sin, the serpent

Black gaps of delusions

Fed by the Elysian tears

Restoring the helix foundation

The balance of rusted Libra

Enough! Of bickering over the truth

The aborigine and mortal fictions

Listening to humans

Talking about treason, (why?)

Where ever we go

“… And then, the author showed that your work amounted to nothing.

You started crying, all the enthusiasm gathered from your rough imaginary ordeal lost.

Shouting furiously at the author, you demanded a solution,

An explanation to what’s happened.

Is this all just inside your mind?

Is it reality?

Or… is this just a whole different reality that you’re living in?

What is living anyway?

Why are we wondering?

What is wondering?

What is what?

The author drew a condescending smile as he closed his book…”

The perfect circle pursuit

Where death follows birth, Division of different beliefs

And birth of another death, Claims of the inferior minds

Such (a wretched) balance!