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We see the world through your tiny forsaken eyes...
Unrelenting chaos is the inner sphere of the future
A subjective reference to the inconsistence of life
Pre-production of a world state army, in order to sustain chaos
Who will represent earth's arrival in self- consciousness?
Renewal of creation will be wrought by the same
Who made it in the beginning?
Conceived in prospective to copulate in a world that feels cold
Belief rejects the idea that the newborn is addressed to purity
Man walks awkward to insanity in it's own blood and dynasty
Where man receives a new breed
The information that has come down to us is scattered and fragmented
So... why is it unreasonable to think that time and motion
Are pushing it's borders?
When they are even growing to the height of the stars...
Remains of an uninterrupted landscape from the last days
Of the cleansing of the earth
When they are even growing to the height of the stars...
With every step you make you sink a little bit further
Where is the light you seek? To eventually close your eyes?
Myth or religion to be greatly dismissed by ignorance or false belief?