Во сне, но из другого сна...
...Language bearers, Photographers, Diary makers
You with your memory are dead, frozen
Lost in a present, that never stops passing
Here lives the incantation of matter.
A language forever.

...Like a flame burning away the darkness
Life is flesh on bone convulsing above the ground...

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@темы: Begotten, Воспоминания.., Мытарства..