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All his life he was scratched by thorns,
Living in a present of infinite past.
Struggling to bring Light into darkness
And order in chaos through his own sacrifice.

He is not afraid of death, but is terrified of life
Because he will be king of the world of the sleeping.
Forever - ashes to ashes, dust to dust
And ever - Light flows through stigmata.

An immortal poisoned by inhuman civilization,
Humiliated by the world he couldn't understand.
An angel with broken wings, forgotten by gods,
That will live until the last man will remember him.

There is a new world that is not for him
With scattered thoughts and tears of blood.
A pure soul thrown into a dark void
Where suffering is more real than reality.

A fragile life on a dying land
Under a black rainbow with absolute desires.
His loneliness became a pleasant disease
Because goodness flows through his veins.

An ascetic soul on a sisyphic and eternal journey,
Seeking for redemption in his torment of being human.
Forever - as above, so below.
And ever - Light flows through stigmata.

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