Out of Time,
Living caged in a Utopia
of an illusory Present,
I'm walking in the Darkness
I'm falling in the Oblivion,
confused
stunned
paralysed
I'm falling.
Like a corpse left to the hunger of vultures,
my Will is devoured by
Fear
Anger
Revenge
until my complete dissolution.
Please, hold my hand,
give me the Cure to vanish this Mind-Disease,
give me the Sword to fight this Three Tempters,
give me the Soil to live my Own World.
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