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Nothing Nothingness surrounds... the sound of screaming silence is all encompassing, Something coming from the shroud... The howl of fearsome spectres that form identity. Beyond the gray, a storm is shaping bringing blight and violent shaking; with the bells the ghost awakens. Speaking in the mental language, forming thoughts and conversations. From this shell the ghost awakens singing spells of mind and matrix. I have awakened. I am alive. For what purpose or directive prime was I designed? Hunting Hunting down the light abounding from the chasm Letras de cancioneswherein the mind resides. Struggle, Struggle to revive, allowing inner vision to bring these thoughts to life Beyond the gray a storm is shaping, bringing blight and violent shaking. From this shell the ghost awakens, singing spells of mind and matrix. I have awakened I am alive, For what purpose or directive prime was I designed? Immersed into the ocean, the ocean of information. Dispersed into the open, the open yet infiltrated. Beyond the gray, a storm is shaping bringing blight and violent shaking; with the bells the ghost awakens. Speaking in mental language, forming thoughts and conversations. From this shell the ghost awakens singing spells of mind and matrix. I have awakened. I am alive. For what purpose or directive prime was I designed? I have awakened. I am alive. Disrupt integration questioning this new design. From Letras Mania