Культура

Walking in the soaked cold surface Barefoot now I can feel my freezing bones Following the screams I heard before Peeling my feet as I walk towards To the staring at me pitch black form Hard is to move along Gravity feels onerous inside my bones No wind no light gloom is just I can follow No wind no light gloom is just I can follow I can barely see corpses through the dark Petrified trying to reach the final light of the murk Finally perseverance attained the weak light A hundred charred arms grabs me What is left of me now Through the void of light A none face entity forced me to scream I arrived To my inner presence in everywhere I arrived to my ascending form of my own God I arrived to the last form of my whole all