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The bullet of the height environment in shortening days

Of thorny blasphemies, the thought disperses bones but the dust is not silent

Ending the performance, this is the stigma which is rised above another time

I curse by blind candle through the furthest past

Where the sound of horses looks for the slates of vertical

- What a great hanged man in the reflection of tribes

- What sweet are the traces of thrombosis in rooty incarnations

Fast curve to immortality of the arms

Moth moves its life but who takes her hand

To make it look at a creature of its transformations

- I am looking for a mask through the forgotten land

...And you who come uninvited!

- I am here!

- Hunt me! Because I have never met colourness of freedom

Oh my laughter, parapsychical murders

Do you scream because of hunger?

- Oh yes!

I will be listening to you; I will sing the former despair to you.

...The dolls are crying again!

- Enjoy yourself!

- This palace is yours.

...And where is the love?

- You fool!

The only one I knew is the paranoia to foold.

Your war of the waving blind is covered with dust

Caress with the power of silent white and dream about healing

Lick all your wounds in dependence on underfeelings

- Do not ask for more!

...Because as a pagan mother

...All my fingers as eternal wolfs,

Efficency of peace I release

I as an old man and my couns are counted years ago.

I as a hatred writing hand dispersed feather traces on cosmic sand

I as height environment's faith

I as long ages of war

- With purple of blood rise our swords!

- Because the ancient hatred is inside us!

- It is our peace!