No way to see a blackhole in the sky.
I'm sitting down, silent and gloomy.
The rain of blood is falling from my eye.
I'am proud to be part of me.
The distant rockets falling from the sky.
The crasy man still rule the way of thinking.
But I'am the lonely traveler of lie.
Who still belive in true of beening drinking.
No eye to see
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