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A rotating silvercolored plateau, drops that dance down the columns
Blue, cold and the raging starwindglowing colors at fearful speedindistnct pictures of prophets and visionaries in a galactic fogin outer space on an axis
In another reality on a supersonic journeyinevitably he can see it, the lights are going out and he knowsif he just could make us understand
In the emptiness there is nothing that can draw the picture you wantjust a stillborn child on hands that fumble
Raging, raging at incomprehensible pacethe colors blinding, the plateau falls in outer hell
The disclose that we had to die... We pit the hand that fed usin outer space on an axis
In another reality on a supersonic journey
Is this what is yet to come, or a madman's reflection of the soul?
As when his heart cried out in pain when he perceived whatburdens we were to bear
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