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Since old, years has incubated the pollen,

which has being poisoning in a hug of

Retrocession

The creation that wants to be free to spread itself on the cosmically dust in the infinite

Since old years, you've been convicted to the ancestral nature to be ignorant in men's mind

Maybe because it doesn't come from the real you've been,

and you are a thorns necklace in the throat,

that suffocates and bleeds to weak humanity of their true road

Methods created by false messengers that

Only search their pleasure or maybe pretend to sink with them

Open my voice that inconstantly screams and breaks chains

Break the ice, and my point of view is: irreligion

Decadent internal shining abounds in a world that is not ours anymore

That is only the eternal fight between goodness and badness, bifid stupidity

False divine method is the harvester's wheat that murders themselves

Goodness and badness, bifid stupidity or maybe your test

Welcome to the center of irreverence or the thinking that you may understand

Find the center or stay in your misery