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Time is drawing on my skin paintings of horror. I`m just a man to fight with him even the energy of my sorrow can`t help me to win. I envy the time never goes back that it`s invisible and lives forever when it`s always dead and its` pervert profanation is dwelling in my madness, that is fact. My loneliness I realizing, becoming famous face of times` romantic advertisement I see all my love is wasted, waiting for the rainbow rising. I am kneeling in the mud as nobody's phantom on all my reveries` tomb... From Letras Mania