There is always someone who loves coincidence
In the beginning we were all angels
Some turn into demons in the blink of an eye
I saw you in many eyes
From among the eyes that look up beyond the darkness
Wandering through the avenues of the soul
camouflaged by deception
That escapes between the veils of night
Face with vestiges of fight
The skill of survival in the veins
It follows a straight line
That cuts the route of the hemispheres
Time is nothing more than a past that collided with the present
The world will continue to not be as it was before


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