The mistakes are countless, the pain never ends, the colors fade, but they betray the unsuspecting ideas that have always been fed with repulsion, demystification, and passive condemnation.
Years pass, no thoughts.
The lights are low, but the sun will always rise.
The joys are over but everything will be written new.
Love loves but the memories will never go out.
The souls never grew, they are only temporarily hiding in astral burrows of inappropriate theories.
Behind the people's precious looks is sadness.
Perhaps once the raven becomes eagle.
Perhaps he becomes a lion, devouring all the subordinates of modern hell.
Years pass, no thoughts.
The lights are low, but the sun will always rise.
The joys are over but everything will be written new.
Love loves but the memories will never go out.
The souls never grew, they are only temporarily hiding in astral burrows of inappropriate theories.
Behind the people's precious looks is sadness.
Perhaps once the raven becomes eagle.
Perhaps he becomes a lion, devouring all the subordinates of modern hell.
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