Looking up above
I see an uncolored sky
Nothing but a pale
And infinite horizon
The stones under my feet are painted
Images without shape make me pay attention
They look at me and show me
Remembers from a past i never had
The black flames of evil
Wait wishful for their souls
Dry leaves crawling with the wind
Their movements repeat in my mind
Condemned to a tragic destiny
Time freeze and becomes eternal
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