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I am immortal
like the water that ever flows down the top of the mountain surrounded by white smoke only the shining veil of the night that roams in this forsaken forests at the end of the world suspended over the silent abyss, glittering like glow worms on the face of a red sun a cataract of magma and heat smiling in front of the milk road that takes us away and leaves us far, deep inside the forest of the archangels in dark corridors, where the webs of illusion spring from every chrysalis rapped up in wires white and pure like the fangs of mother earth that devour our immortal idols every day...
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