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Keration FortressYou feel your hairstetched by the wind in run, they’re plating with the tongues of fire, chasers, already in your back. You can’t keep cool hearing the seconds wearing on, only five minutes to complete the escape from the Keraton You bleed yourself with the ground, like dust, so you baffle the wanders rolling in front of them. Like a sheaf of light you file on the walls and like a shadow you can pass the exit gates of Keraton Fortress, prison of my youth Fortress, static keeper of my time You shut him up into your shiny metal walls, You forced him in the cold of your towers. |