Everything is poison, and nothing is devoid of poison;
a dose only makes the poison invisible
Paracelsus
Peace to the living, eternal rest to the dead
The inscription under the coat of arms of Paracelsus on the tombstone
Beyond this world lies world of shadows
Where fears and voices are created
It whispers both in rhymes and prose
Or screams like thief whose days are ended
Don't trust it cause the fight’s unfair
If you get stuck to it, you lose
It'll take you out to nowhere
You won't get back the way you choose
Remember that its words – just words
That voices – echoes of untold
That in the shades there is no God
And jokes are bad in that gray world
Don't do what they advise to you
Advice is poison, take it few
Voices
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