Nothing exists as absolute,
in hardcore reality...

Centripetal and centrifugal,
two core of an oval mirror...

The obvious is always visible,
yet vision is personal...

Like a sponge that soaks
our share of moist...

O Johnny, Johnny
these eggs are double yolked...

_Why when we are looking for everything,
we would always end up with nothing...

We
always forget what we...

O my swords
dost not dare to even glance at them...

Safeguard your beauties
not in your masks...

In the weight of all they say,
they reach weightlessness...

The Lambs!
Serrated crowns of pain...

There are flowers that they bloom in darkness
but the reason they bloom in darkness...