He pursues himself by becoming a Spirit-dark shadow deep in a secret, moral dimension; tense through obscurity and curved mirrors! Unswerving, unwavering progress towards your goal! Blood molecules secret, fighting mood from running runner already like pulsating nightmare pressure. The arrhythmia of passing is judging through the wall of throbbing heart-cavities and in new counting confessions! The thinking consciousness also gradually loses its mind and is terrified of an inexplicable secret conjecture!
 
Who could have made the mistake of not acquitting his sin?! - There is always going to be a stubbornly watching over the Maybe-Present! Disembodied tears flow through the magma-core of Snowdrop-Times and tears of stigma demanding each other appear on the retina of superstitious eyes! Even the imaginative imagination of something doesn’t help much anymore; circular, if you already have ninsen use. He dies quietly. In the trap feelings of existence, diverse cataclysmic ideas seize the protesting minds of creative, not yet brainwashed brains!
 
Even more than a trillion, more cells multiply themselves with renewed beliefs in hope, because they want to live at any cost and survive in the remnants of Nirvana tomorrow! The cacophonous wild noise of our celebrity-hugging ******* world is confluent and unrelenting - with its cheap superficiality, it is getting stuck! - Known: You can't give a command to a moral humanity! And if everything is about to be lost, let one find the soul strength within oneself that will lift it even further from the destruction of the Phoenix