(L)

As the fog slowly lifts from the landscapes in your eyes, it reveals every corner of deception and embraced illusions that have been fed to you, through years, your senses unbecoming of numbness are purified to the stark point of sharp knives, ready to unleash, what is considerable and justified, it’s dawn, it’s time.

(N)

Close your eyes, create your own night, the dream is at hand, slipping through fingers, the guardians of tongues deny simple pleasures, while they can’t see, we illegally taste.

(F)

As it burns, it destroys, but also heals.