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between the sheets of my mind
sacred monsters are being born into the dream of living the stolen pandora put condemned to immortality when I smiled when I was happy the pandora-victory flew, escaped with a gaze and I understood that pain is a common nominator for the god of war who judged me in myself I know how to be one reddish, reddish blood and throw thunders and rainbows from the heart with all the victory to set free the guilty into the condemned monsters I know how to be silent of immortality until the being alive would have endured me to be proclaimed between the arms of his dream to die is to die together
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