Black stains of clean pages would never disappear
The thing that you are seeking, have already gone
They told you, you will find the truth you deserve
These prophecies don't lie to you although you've done
If you write a realistic end to this fantastic story,
Everywhere covers with smoke, it will lost it's fantasy
If your choices are all wrong, choose the wrong one next time
Time isn't a cure, it's a poison kills your eight of nine
No more words, no more thoughts, now the silence begins
Before your reboot, take the last breath
1290/04.05.2014
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