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Somewhere inside, in enigmatic depths we lost that what could be called paradise.
Nostalgia of lost perfection remains in beams of stars - prison of the gods.
Alien Nature cast shadows which eclipses this lights increasingly for our eyes.

Now creator's role is in hands of the parasite who has turned back evolution
On way of mechanical outrages, all values underwent total substitution.
Essence of the real things was re-fathered in the image and likeness of Him...

No future and no hope...

Dead Universe continues to expand up to the parallel and opposite worlds.
It continues to blemish beauty and purity of forever lost Nonexistent Flower.

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