My will is invulnerable like air with the sound of my voice
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the universe shrinks in a wrinkle of pain.
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Listen to me. I will nourish your flesh with blood dew
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Explore the labyrinth of memory and free yourself
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from the hypertrophy of remembrance.
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I want to awake from paralysis the icons buried
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in the absence and disharmony so that they can
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enjoy again an instant of contemplation
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and penetrate the realms of senses.
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This is the final call, the time of rebirth and catharsis
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the quietness after the storm
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Univocal language of phrases ancient like music
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Relish the essence of this immaterial fluid
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Principle of aggregation and disgregation,
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everywhere and nowhere
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Forsake the anguish and waver in the absolute freedom
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Let stasis convert into motion
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and let your essence strip of all lies.
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Throw your dice and enjoy the chance
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The moon could not appear again.
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Declaration Of Spiritual Independence
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Cadaveria |