Reach for the sky.
Dare it for quest.
It will make you blind.
There is no end.
And reach the stars, and planets, solar
systems afar.
Is there anyone out there, to our lonesome prayers?
Science.
Terrorists.
Religion.
AntiChrist.
You think
you know the answer?
Heaven.
Hell.
God.
Satan.
Would not be without the
other.
Murderers.
Cowards.
Power.
Money.
It is all for the pleasure.
Cowards.
Martyrs.
God.
Satan.
Would not
be without the other.
Religion, a rotting machine.
Religion, you think its presupposed too
long?
Science.
Terrorists.
Religion.
AntiChrist.
You think you know the
answer?
Heaven.
Hell.
God.
Satan.
There would be none without the other.
Murder.
Martyrs.
Power.
Money.
It
is all for the pleasure.
Killers.
Martyrs.
God.
Satan.
There would be none without the other.