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Refusing to see all of those minds
to feel better in your own veins
Asking yourself why and how to all those visions
And more this nightmares of lost humanity
Closed recipient filled of spikes

Don't my private desires
Bad habits are forever
Pushing the of a closed reality
For the science or any learning

Metaphor of
Blood red
Altar of
Razor's cuts macabre breath of
Remembering old

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The created by the flesh
Seem to be by all of us
of colors
Blood red
Altar of flesh cuts
Closed recipient filled of spikes

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Little by little truth's blood runs among us as an empty
I'm like you making the side
To reason and to kill the ideal