Melting inside an ocean
Feeling the sand in my face
Even in a wet and cold place
Being drowned, being choked
Under the bloody large sea
That I was thrown by thee
Retracting my experience in hell
That I had lived the spell
My mind was drawn
Cursed by the real vision
That makes me see the perdition
All knowledge conserved in old monuments
Their spiritual belief isn't shared with men
Shadows and voices are whispering me
The only way to conserve their trees
It's chose the evolved person
And exterminate, in a tight conversion
Messages appears in our life
Maybe they are the real pure light
My mind was drawn
Cursed by the real vision
That makes me see the perdition
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