The biological part of immortality swirls in the heart with the countdown of death. Its final countdown is crashing with unbridled, fast-train speeds - when we come to the surface from our cavernous placenta-deep captivity with our creaking orphans - eagerly demanding hunger and caring! Out of the captivating light of the Universe, it is a crying toad
from the resurrection of liberation, we would all like to cry out for the one-sacred moment, to demand a chain of rights: In our mother's babysitter's arm, we can breathe deeply into our consciousness with perfect harmony, and hold eternal and immortal faith
the indulgence and the blessed peace of the babysitter indulgence and the hugging swan kills! How clear and simple the formula is in our thirsty love-hunger: Let's stay in our Time-Laced Face: beyond the ravine: Unforgettable, eternal smile, eternal gleam in the nuts!
Fulfillment of the Celestial-Earth Universe, moving to heart-home! - The process of our existence: the lawful order of our eternal cycle - if we couldn't stop it. In our hearts, as a calculated, timed bomb, the virtue of immortality, and death-beaten death swirls, while our heartbeat, like a raised alarm clock, clicks and tickes.
drumming into bars! As a high-speed train even today, with its unstoppable stubbornness, the gall is our Perc: Our caring concern only to our legal age! - We Can't Get Rid of the Game of Souls of Shadows That Lead Our Souls, ******-Eyed Laughs: The crater gap of our absence is still piercing, expanding into a gaping, dark hole - if we can't have someone to cherish our dreams with cherished self-discipline!
