4+3u003d7u003d0 One is gone the rest will follow
7+2u003d9u003dToo much two is divided never enough
Blood, rage, a day without a night
Birds will eat the flesh of the fright
Lions, lambs, night without a day
Books wil be opened and thrown away
Is it devotion to possession
Or possession to devotion
The question answers the question
The answer questions the answer
The hands of the clock never stop
Go on and on sometimes they touch
Broken visions, nothing left to heal
Broken seals, its too late to kneel
This ocean of tears
These hills of fears
This mountain of pain
This river of rain

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