I smell the same sweat of fears bewitched before night of holding life tightly with simultaneous pledge that soul is bursting and eager to wander towards stars this painful awareness cannot be neutralized neither by faith in trees nor in a whiteness of snow even nor by epic of blasphemy towards whole world beyond world of mine every single dawn crushes me harder intoxicates with smell of the ground the returns are more and more distant so as the conciousness where we had come from and bile of envy and malignancy furthermore neurotic displeasure with lack of influence on decisions taken by seven milliards of egocentric constellations poison maliciously every single cell even the ultimate disaster that is drawing nearer provides me pleasure any more wakes up demons of yours while I filled hell with devils of other kind with emptiness left after all I had become intimate with! we are sickening together and together we shall die miserable death decorating agony with brocade of mysteries praying over soulless common matter that decided about quality of our journey to the ground without raw knees and conviction of a mission of dragging suffering on our back impiously we are losing the beauty and everything righteous left within us we are abandoning in filth every single virtue in a void of damnation, so as today we shall be only wasting them still... upright into the ground we shall be absorbed regreting the only sin that blade is still too clean...
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