With rapture and ecstasy..
From the open markets
Of your lost souls
Reach..
into the one in you,
Crush the thirst of your conscience,
as if to words.
Look, that is your reflection,
an opportunity to profit,
The doomsday has come.
Look;
The slippery darkness
Of the skies
Whispering in the ears
Of the dead souls
In Asia
Kayıt Tarihi : 13.1.2005 11:21:00
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