A world hidden
A world hidden without tears is in the depths of your mind. Looking for it outside awaits a disappointing taste. Those who believed in the revolution with a torch in their hands lost their wonder in madness. Possessed by the meek applause of the masses sold their souls for silvery buzz.World where vanity and death have no capacity to be heard until leprosy coating the body of a monolith. Remember that paradise begins where the ness of the world dies, on which you are stuck like a seed between ravens thrown
