As our minds grow small. A mind of ice and stone, rock hard feelings, cold thoughts. I still beg my mind too freez more, too accomplish my goals. My goals wich are of ice and stone. When I reach the tipp of the goals. I will no longer belong to humanity. I will belong to me. Free in my own world. And when I stand there and gaze back on my life, I will smile and feel pity. I am coming, sweet stone, unforgiving ice.
/Marcus Sandström 20/10-10

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