Wicked minutes, concealed in the bosom of the boring weekday. Spare words - they scream for more timelessness. Between the worlds of the shadows and the lights - our time is rolling. But it's still in my hands and i can stop it. I can catch it, like a butterfly and soil myself with his pollen. The risk is high. A butterfly - once caught, it doesn't fly the same way. The colors of her wings are different. I want to keep them.
Timelessness has overtaken you, Life. Evil has secretly entered your soul, it is cutting down your dreams, it does not forgive, it does not pamper... You lose yourself slowly - a bead in the poisonous grass of the days. Today the fog is thick, what is coming is hidden... Instead of heavenly manna, your invisible enemy arrives. I'm taking your oxygen. And you don't feel how your end is coming. You get lost while you wait for the Dawn. Overcome fear and pain! Rise, Life! Until the end and... then don't let your guard down!
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