прогулка в тумане - 5. 11. 21

Turn Up U`r Mind

In The Mirror Of Haze -

Through the Valley Of Death -

To find The Sacred Another.

 

Walk down lifestream -

Take a part in a moonlight cabookie.

Be gone. With The Saint Ghost -

Leadin Youth to - Disappear.

 

No time to simulate lost world -

Life's crushin' world to violet sand, -

Haven't She cut strings yet?

You're locked. You're Blocked. Still not !DeaD!

 

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Irreal way flows deeper

To swamp of unimagined.

Meat past lusts - taste 'eir fate, -

Drink salvia of the infected.

 

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Bye, my saviour -

I won't set U free.

You're already god.

U're already me.

 

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Cremator's laught

brings to son of sinner.

Universe - don't leave thee rules.

U left us in fullsmoken Cosmos.

 

`

 

All The Hate

Is Bringin' me down -

To lie on U'r knees,

My Goddess.

 

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one more black hole -

another way home -

through burnt fate,

to see life - leavin' Your, blessed, face...

 

when i lick your skull,

can lines tell

what hidden angel

wears the same wind?~

 

WHEN WILL I STOP AWAKE

And Find myself

fuckin' Dead Angel?

 

In a mirror of haze,

we're tripping thee fates

by wet crystal of eclipse,

forgotten.