Entropia - Pascal | Текст песни

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one single wager and victor’s mask fell to her grace.
black rose, wearing a crown of thorns.
her scarlet gown brought a glow
that I believed to be my saviours mark.
black rose, a prodigal loss.

life became at once,
as muddy water
slowly running
through our fingers.

but if we could walk along,
your hand in mine,
we would burn in Pascal’s fire
a beautiful demise.

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