by Д ßøøŋđø¢ĸ §дΦŋ†   Feb 18, 2007

Come with me to worlds forgot and things you
Heard but now are not. Where truth and beauty
Are a myth. And your mediocre versions of
Reality do not exist. Pretension reigns his sea of
Lies. The martyr's fault is found to be always his
In the end of everything. It's just what had been
Expected of him. To leave and never say goodbye.


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