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Special event doesn`t happen
During two days,during three days
Melancholy pierces folly.
And I try to collect pieces
Of my predictable wishes
I am tired and i am closing my eyes

Plasticine Ideas hardened
And Metallic feelings crushed.
All I want to prove position:
That i can`t already stop it
Everything was tightened
And became the silent nightmare.

Nine fucking weeks.
Fallen riddles in Hole
We move to next station
Controling situation.
Power develops
In the strong human soul.

The under ground Light
Is far away from The Doomsday.
I am waiting for this fight,
I try to choose my destony.

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