In a world so clear,there lies some stains.
The stains of dirt of hearts.
In a world so beautiful,
there live some beasts.
The beasts of art of mind.
In this world full of life,
there exists death.
The death comes everywhere welcomed or not.
In our body of purity,
there dwells impurity.
The impurity of demonic over angelic.
With a world like this with angels and demons,
I find out my way on a lonely road
A road stretched far untold,
to seek existence and warmth in this cold.
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