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Invite me or not - I will enter anyway resist me or not - I will sculpt you all the same You are the soil opened for a grain an empty canvas that begs for paint Both venom and opium I am drink of me while you can call me madness or the redeemer it's inconsequential for I am neither A nightmare this is but in dreams meet we not this window to reality you can't nail shut in your eden within I am the tree of sin the point where speech ends and echoes begin Aberrant at heart, you must be erased the rigidness of mind - by progress replaced Both venom and opium I am drink of me while you can call me madness or the redeemer it's inconsequential for I am neither On a paintrip to the center of existence the concept of commonness loses all meaning a piece of broken glass on evolution's path it is now up to you: re-shaped or removed From Letras Mania