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Silence prevails the flatland,
the crows have already started gathering around a corpse
my corpse…
For I have died a long time ago,
died of a slow death, from the inside out…
First in my soul,
my beautiful black soul,
her sound has died…
And then the heart, my sinister heart,
it has kept all the evil thoughts…
And now I rest in the grey shade of oblivion,
in the space of damnation,
among the fallen angels
as one of them,
yet never similar to them,
the beautiful eaters of life.
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