• И вкусих Светлината
  
• Separation
  Under a starry sky this mind would roam Still awake and painfully alive Again a voyager once more al...
• The Song of the Sobbing Scribbler
  To write is just a joke (or so I've heard) You scribble for nothing all day. For whom? To this day I...
• On Repeat
  I'd rather be the liver of Prometheus than live in this illusion of deliverance The more you know, t...

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