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Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 20/10/2019 Black thread spins itself, slowly entwining your neck. And it strangles you with might all sorrows - soon will be gone. In the distance, you hear the bells of Eternity, foaming sough of blood is hissing in your ears, your eyes wander around, around, shaking like a wagon on potholes. You are powerless against this great power all your past is now lost: devoid of regrets and all memories, you are slowly heading towards the light - a new Dawn there, in the darkness - is glowing. Przemysalaw Musialowski 20/10/2019 * A new Beginning there, in the distance - is waiting.
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Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 9:49 PM UTC
A black thread
Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 20/10/2019 Black thread spins itself, slowly entwining your neck. And it strangles you with might all sorrows - soon will be gone. In the distance, you hear the bells of Eternity, foaming sough of blood is hissing in your ears, your eyes wander around, around, shaking like a wagon on potholes. You are powerless against this great power all your past is now lost: devoid of regrets and all memories, you are slowly heading towards the light - a new Dawn there, in the darkness - is glowing. Przemysalaw Musialowski 20/10/2019 * A new Beginning there, in the distance - is waiting.
It's problematic for me to translate the last line correctly.
#rebirth#revival#new#life#death#suicide#black#thread#hope#dawn
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wieslaw_musialowski
71/M/Niemodlin / Poland
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 9:49 PM UTC
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