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The Antichrist
Please,take my hand.
Help me.
I will give you the deepest and the darkest treasures which the human eye can't see.
You told me that the goods won't save me from the ruthless end who is waiting for me.
You pushed me.
And I have felt from the sky like the Antichrist.
Everyone is laughing and they're admiring your artwork.
Which artwork?
Me,the unknown person who stays in a pound of black and cold blood.
Only I know that I'm a martyr and I'll die alone.
You are the Antichrist.
Help me.
I will give you the deepest and the darkest treasures which the human eye can't see.
You told me that the goods won't save me from the ruthless end who is waiting for me.
You pushed me.
And I have felt from the sky like the Antichrist.
Everyone is laughing and they're admiring your artwork.
Which artwork?
Me,the unknown person who stays in a pound of black and cold blood.
Only I know that I'm a martyr and I'll die alone.
You are the Antichrist.
Published 16th Jul 2017
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