There's no real beginning until you are aware, aware of the end... we promise ourselves to find different faiths, we sacrifice ourselves and then get lost in a single breath. Do you still believe in this bleak landscape of dust? Surrounded by vultures we follow the rules of a game that does not belong to us... not in this world you'll find what you're looking for... not in this world, you'll find what you're, suspended between elements and breath you find what you are only in yourself, that distant storm is you, you are the opposites that collide... find a different form of you, of the universe... rebuild yourself... we sacrifice ourselves? Nothing is for nothing, we collide between what we're and what we will.
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