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Refusing to see all of infected minds
Just to feel better in own veins
Asking yourself why and how to share all those
And more this of that lost humanity
recipient filled of ominous spikes

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

Metaphor of
red black
Altar of
cuts macabre breath of creation
Remembering old

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

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