I would sell my soul to the Devil and crawl in the oceans of misery, I would leave this life behind and make myself bleed 'til death... to force the angels to take my carnal cell to where life ends... The unspoken and unseen, criminal behaviour, two stabs right in the heart, mutual homicide. divine possession, a moment in madness, a revenge in chaos, a life in [bad word] .. At last in [bad word] #33; This pain redeems inside, washes away all sins, mortifies the flesh and kills all hopes. This path of time is not to be walked, for what is dead is dead, for real and forever. What can be kept through death? See what you want to see, I won't reveal His tricks. Father of my perdition, herald of my redemption, torment of my damnation, light of my salvation... What is dead is dead...