Who made the son sinful in heed to the father? The lie will keep us alive as it always has. He who puts salt in sea and deserts land teaches us to be smoke in his fire. Only a shape inside a cloud can open the eyes of past wrath, sloth, envy. Towards demons of bodily assault I fest by sadness, decrepitude, sickness, hunger and thirst. Death will be the final triumph of demons over me. Pierce my be-ness, how did such nothing come to be? All these angels and demons no different than me. They are all stepping stones to that which we can't perceive. All I ever want is to feel close to its existence.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
