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Pervading virus of stagnation

Reversed the basis of this world contrived.

As my own resonance of feelings

Invariably tends to null.

One more sacrifice to Moloch of abstraction -

Abscessed thoughts in the wilds of memories,

Thoughts in flesh and blood, hands folded on their chests,

Selflessly put their necks into the noose.

At the speed of perennity

Ways of times drag down the deviants to their deaths.

I hear the sound of hopelessness,

Requiem notes of the death bell. For whom it tolls?

Two-meter distance is infinity,

Paved with hypocrisy and apathy.

There is no strenghth to cry it out,

The earth has all your screams shut down.

At the speed of perennity

Ways of times drag down the deviants to their deaths.

I hear the sound of hopelessness,

Requiem notes of the death bell. For whom it tolls?