And that is always the dead rebel, LA
sprayed eyes.
If you look into the abyss, he treats you;
if you look at the absolute rebellion
no way back.
If you look at the top
it sucks you as if gravity had disappeared.
Flying free ...
And just look a rose.
Revolt is looking a rose to his eyes sprayed
looked to perfection
the abyss - the summit. Heaven knows
Well
of what is above, so below .
The Cosmos knows that there is this cardinal point, that dimension
planetary reference only.
a golden rose in all
latitude and longitude of its petals.
A "this is the rose"
not nobody touch me
it was my rebellion.
Rise
my eyes are already one with it.
light powder, no bones,
when even pronounce
word land. I just see blood
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