Utopian Rest by Demise
Slaves of suffering, pain and symbols
Wanting to part with gread desires
Consciousness doesn't allow to stand in place in peace
To touch the destination with a favourable wind
It's a journey into the abyss, journey to the past and
future
Statues chiseled out of tatters of nothingness
In the circle of pictures, hope and mercy
There comes utopian rest
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