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Refusing to see all of those infected
Just to better in your own veins
Asking yourself why and how to all those visions
And this nightmares of that lost humanity
Closed filled of ominous spikes

Don't my private desires
Bad are ruling forever
Pushing the door of a closed
For the science or any other

Metaphor of
red black
Altar of
Razor's cuts breath of creation
old deception

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The wounds by the flesh
to be occulted by all of us
Metaphor of
red black
Altar of flesh cuts
Closed recipient filled of ominous

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Little by little truth's runs among us as an empty river
I'm you making the black side
To and to kill the ideal lineage