Sometimes we just need a second
To realize that the wall in front of us
Is nothing but a image
But Some kinda of ilusion
In between me and my self
There is a so much tenue line
That divides the almost obssesive devotion
Of the complete insanity
Once upon a time there was the beaulty
And There was a beast
Nobody knows what happened with the beast
In the end the beaulty was, maybe in security, in your tower.
Van Giersbergen
Oct. 29th
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