I contemplate the decaying force of the forged nature, that I have been forced to admire. None of this is more special then a bitter draft at sunrise.
I contemplate the decaying force of the forged nature, that I have been forced to admire. None of this is more special then a bitter draft at sunrise.
I am just flesh attached to bones that serve no other purpose, other than rotting;
I am just flesh attached to bones that serve no other purpose, other than rotting;
The beauty of everything that has ever yearned to be beautyful is just makeup on existentialist dross;
The beauty of everything that has ever yearned to be beautyful is just makeup on existentialist dross;
I am the bitter taste of gall that circulates in the veins of those who still consider the eternal penitence a godly gift.
I am the bitter taste of gall that circulates in the veins of those who still consider the eternal penitence a godly gift.
All your idols are dead, they died in vain, what for?
All your idols are dead, they died in vain, what for?
...Life??????
...Life??????
Я созерцаю ослабевающую силу фальшивой природы, которую меня заставили обожать. Ничего особенного кроме горького рисунка восхода.
I contemplate the waning power of the false nature I was led to adore. Nothing special except a bitter sunrise picture.
Я просто плоть прикреплённая к костям, которая не имеет никакой цели кроме как гнить.
I am simply flesh attached to bones that has no purpose other than to rot.
Красота всего что когда либо стремилось быть красивым всего лишь макияж экзистенциалистического остатка.
The beauty of everything that ever aspired to be beautiful is just the make-up of an existentialistic residue.
Я горький вкус злобы которая циркулирует в венах тех кто до сих пор чтит бесконечное сожаление божественного дара.
I am the bitter taste of malice that circulates in the veins of those who still honor the endless regret of the divine gift.
Все ваши идолы мертвы, они умерли напрасно, ради чего?
All your idols are dead, they died in vain, for what?
...Жизнь??????
...Life??????
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