Exploring the fields of mind
I may die
And the rest of my life
For this time your sign
Cuts my skin
Like a knife
Miserable ghosts flying
Paling, silent crying
In the dark
I wish you burn in fire
Lake of entropy desire
Fuel tank
A complex of skin and flame
Smell of flesh
No chances for disease
There's more and more pain
Increase the gain
The scale is overrated
Measure units are failing
Stuck in fading
Of the endless of space
I realize you
Giving me the chance and way
To live
Provoke the action
My wishes overrated
I enjoy my passions
Refer the virtue
Cut her cute dress
Watch the pure stress
That's overly of you
Naked truth and wasted wind
With dusty parts
I'm wiping up this shit
Trying to fit everything
To my grid
My wishes overrated
I enjoy my passions
Refer the virtue
Cut her cute dress
Watch the pure stress
That's overly of you
Naked truth and wasted wind
With dusty parts
I'm wiping up this shit
Trying to fit everything
To my grid
Now it's so many ways
Paths and roads
To waste my time
To many time for rest
So many
Reasons for stress
Becoming depressed in
Lack of
Tyranny eye control
Now it's over I'm tired
And requesting
“for slave” patrol
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