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From savaged mind, to savaged soul,

Interval of pain, harm left untold.

Under gloss of might, beyond its supremacy,

Denied, repelled, forgotten.

Against the grain,

Into the void, secret kingdom to claim.

A thousand words, one thousand thorns,

Recollections that mend the past together

To hold, to reign.

As savaged mind, with savaged soul,

Assemble parts of broken mould.

Once shattered, once worn,

With any shame,

With every wound,

With every hurt

Passed on.

All my steps wake remnants of the past,

Judgements thrown like stones still back and forth.

What's real, who's sane?

Who dares to save a man from himself?

No more, no less, but only will might alter,

In between the harm uncured and tainted flow.

Rage will come,

No one breaks the circle.

Rage will come,

Venom keeps on flowing.

If the harm once done,

Cannot be forgotten,

Pain... Won't wither away.

Future dawns with patterns once obtained,

Choices built on bones of elder realm,

Find a root, find a core,

Don't let it poison you with scorn.

Vicious spiral grows within and...

Raw determinism to prevail and thrive,

Burden of templates for the matrix ahead.

Damage done, wound unhealed,

Carrying the past for sake of dodging the fall.

Now share your heart with the abyss,

You'll never feel the cold again.

Nothing hurts, no one...

Immerse in boundless deep,

Into the depth of the purest Śūnyatā.

When deserted mind realizes

The source and flow,

Where the hatred

Comes as a legacy

Of the harmed.

[Lead: Hubert Więcek].