How I can lose my faith if it wasn't?
Looking in emptiness, trying to find miracles...
Only emptiness.
It's an abyss, which dements you.
Trying to be released, we receive a sentence.
We will never see a dawn.
Only sometimes we play with small patches
of light which are cut in our dusty cage.
Fondly trying to be kept for something, we fall even more deeply...
Here all significant will be forgotten...
Here all sacred will be cursed...
They are ours of ten thousand step in
a precipice from which not to get out.

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