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I revolted with the Earth in uncertainty and without name. I have lived my lives without counts. My life- just a second of a dream in trans-stellar space, A little stop on a way from one unknown chasm to the other. Fragile pulsation of my anti-life - vagueness of crystal-clear oblivion from which the temptress-life has called me for one short unfortunate instant. In a frenzy of despair, in oppressive dismal atmosphere of seclusion, in a lack of interest in life, Without stimulus, yearnings and hopes I continue my way through deep space and parallel horizons neither dead nor dreaming. Thousand times for one my breath madness and unmadness has traded places. I'm a source of unpurity. My world- a veil which hid cosmic chaos. I'm ritual reiterate dead world's mantra: "That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die" Magical blood rised from the depths of my heart. I revive the world with my blood. I call my name by myself. From Letras Mania