Numerous exits in my self dimension.
(The) true ones stay with a print in my aura.

Control the flesh instinct, support with your soul.
The first betrayer, his own regret.

False...

Great spirit: Ideas
Middle-levelled: Events.
Non-evolution: The others.

Lost in materiality, losing everything.
Losing the circle of knowledge, losing more.
Losing faith, a lost destiny.

Beauty in youth, I'll natured ?
Elder in beauty, forever elite ?
Magnificience of our ancestors: Is their art greater ?

Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is a mystery.
The present is a gift.

Support your soul instinct, controlled by your flesh.

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