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When nothing's sacred in the darkened skies,
and Heaven's turned into a torture chamber,
and everything you've touched – decayed and died,
and there's something you can't quite remember
about your purpose and the things you cherish,
about your birth and where your Father's gone to,
about your dead and living brethren,
about the noble wars – that had no point to them,
you see a shape inside your damaged head,
whose face is freckled, eyes are green like grass,
who feels like something bright that you once had,
but lost somehow throughout these eons past.
Your eyes are blind, lips – mute, ears – deaf.
You're drowning in the void of pure Darkness,
that makes you weak and sleepy, and forgetful,
and there's a feeling you are out of luck...
You don't know for how long you've lost yourself,
but this vast Nothingness is worse than Hell...
22/06/2026