people's, that i know, was died so many years before gentle veil of time covered my head, i can't explore doomed stairs of wisdom stretched to god, but isn't core i will go around, i know - there have back door
locked and barricaded, that usually i can't ignore i can not prepared, but only one way - to the ground floor faces of dead man and woman haunt around and soar "there is no way out, that you try to looking for"
hundred years ago i went to hell nobody i know never was there seing only gloom into my shell maybe time has passed and i get well