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The lord of dark, the lord of sight,
is now too blind and very tight. He is so sad – this is his fate, and looks so bad at Eden’s gate. He walks around the empty park, his eyes reflect an lightly dark; he wants to find the way to death, but he is worried for his health. “the world is full of me” – he said. “the people think that I am mad. Where is the Time, where is the Space? I want to die with them in race.” He walks around only three days; he feels so lonely and betrays, his body and his ugly fate … he wants that God to be his mate. And after other four days long, he died so happy and so strong … he found true God and his God’s world. The Space and Time are now so old.”
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