That's it - I finally made it - in finishing resulting asbestus of your spying back, and from the overseas, from the overskies the metallic taste of warmth was heard. These are the ones who fortunately didn't get into romantic wave of the killing wording unfreedom. And we decided where we can put our relentless bodies. There's no such time to waste on this pang, this crash of the very last souls! Soon everything's on places, I can feel it, like never before. Lost untrust - where are you? Resulting Hell...