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A rotating silvercolored plateau, drops that dance down the columns Blue, cold and the raging starwind glowing colors at fearful speed indistinct pictures of prophets and visionaries in a galactic fog
in outer space on an axis
In another reality on a supersonic journey
Inevitably he can see it, the lights are going out and he knows if he just could make us understand In the emptiness there is nothing that can draw the picture you want just a stillborn child on hands that fumble
Raging, raging at incomprehensible pace the colors blinding, the plateau falls in outer hell They disclose that we had to die... We bit the hand that fed us
in outer space on an axis
In another reality on a supersonic journey
Is this what is yet to come, or a madman's reflection of the soul? As when his heart cried out in pain when he perceived what burdens we were to bear
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