Fairies of shame, fairies of truth,
Fairies of what my life is and will be.
It is bursting out, burning me through
Fairies of shame and the fairies of me.
Pilligrim going from crossroads of Abadon,
Going to some place where truth is to be.
Looking for sacred place, which is to be his home
Looking and having around just nothing to meet.
Traveler willing to stop at the shady place
Somewhere in sands of the desert of life.
Wanderer seeking home fallen into disgrace
Man, whose last aid is to smile while he dies?
Smile, smile, smile if you don't want to die
Live, live, live it's your only aim
Look, look, look for your sacred better life.
Stop, stop just thinking of it or you'll go insane.
Don't you just fear to say only you disagree
Don't just have mercy to those who just kills your mind.
It's just some simple thing no one here can achieve,
Neither me nor you nor anyone in our sight.
It's enough trying to resurrect angels of yours
Fallen to darkness with no way to go.
It's just unneeded things and just unneeded thoughts
Nevertheless, I am sure you will keep on.
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