I live at the crossroads, at the life-death boundaries. I am in this non-singing world I feel the pain before death. Only in the pulsation of the arteries that soul that kvitne i siya. I soul! In the green biosphere tree bear fruit i buoy! Without a soul our body is empty. Without a soul, Svidomo is not alive. For the soul shines immortally, for the soul is a speck of the Divine! Plyne day.. i can’t get enough of death, i extinguish death, thought, blood... Until then, only a few more will ignite. That soul is immortal, like love! I live in a short interval - between life and death until now. That soul is already at the pass, Why make up with the thunder of eternity! There the soul is diha with the love of God, The Lamb sits there, silent crystal. For Christ is still living forever! In death I will also beat up Christ!
