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The Meadow
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To the blackest line, where they walk upon bloods
In the name of the dawn they'll see their feet's devoured by their agony
To all wanderers who are seeking for world's glimmers
As not all the glimmers is gold they'll see the peace in their sanity
As the life is the act of wiring out the path
The end of it is a chainblast of infinity
At the very first breath in the Day of Mizan
It's time to convey all the filth and sins of humanity
It's time to convey all the filth and sins of humanity.
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At the edge of an endless raining
On a very long voyage seas apart
The uncolored brush of the ancient pain
Black gives the powerless strength to survive
In that man's mind that time, there's only suffers
Wishing for nothing more than a last
As those whites dying out the lungs of a father,
A black poem remains for reminding the child.
Diagnose me tight
Diagnosed by laying ignorance
Bloodstreams stopped
Bloodstream has dam by greedy needs
Cough me hard
This cough makes the throat become drought
Decease, makes die
Decease, till I crawl and slowly die
Lungs for lust
It's the last cash of the consumerism
Blackened of cloud
It could be the end of the sun, of a leader
Black lungs, it's a breathless
Black lungs, it's a death of nirwana
I hate goodbyes, but it is the black lungs.
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