

For YouA hopeless gaze into your face, in vain, a prayer for the embrace of grace, to no avail, Entrust my fancy dreams to someone else,For You
to silent breath of drops of rain. I try to find the solution, caught by an illusion of your pupils withering glare, they flare side by side to Sin. Soul is about to disappear in dark, she does so on purpose, in fear of me entering her Secrecy. The Spirits of the Nether ground cross the bound and follow me to change their form of sorrow. My heart bleeds and fits in the period of your dagger offence, the glance of a rain
Wall clock

Dreams that may come trueDreams that may come trueDreams that may come true
Death knocking at the doors desk
The world changed. In the ancient times, there is no one to remember, it was quite similar to our world. The layers of ashes were covering the lively streets without any one to perceive. The people were used to breathe the acid and poisoned air with no one to care about. The children were dying bitterly in the arms of their affectionate mothers and they were never given the answer why God had chosen them to accompany him in the Heavens. The miracles were nowhere to be found and those ones who called themselves believers didnt even kn
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My English is really... baaad~
Believe
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Intelligo, ut credam.
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