Overwhelmed like flies
For everything that we can't understand
For everything that we can't understand
All the words
Turns into mistakes
Thinking is about
To be overcome
The open Field called present
Is crossed by
Unconceivable powers
From the
Subjetivy of each one
Created, transformed, modify
Is there a choice for
Our human being?
What's your choice
Aren't we a machine
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Traces of the Trade
Before the Ashes