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like a glim it had gone , like my winds of hatred
i still breath the breeze of death, a smell of a cold season

fragments of thoughts and a peaceful sense of a human being
to colour all those shaded dark roads with a bloody beauty .

i still remember how they praised that name , almighty seed gatherer.
as it was the ultimate price of life .

i still remember all those scars on the sculptured piece of art
that had been curved on the path ov death

a smell of grief and pain , the glorious childhood...in the passage of a dreadful dream
i still wonder ...

pious seeds had been planted , and the gatherer had reaped the fruit of pleasure

i still remember that realm of death and terror , as i'm drowning in oceans of madness

i still remember the sound of the clashing bullets, which purified their existence into the hands of divinity

to praise his name with a grime smile waiting for paradise

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