I could only believe in a god who knew how to dance, and when I saw my demon, I found it heavy, deep and serious. This was the spirit of weight. Because of him, anyone can fall and rise. He is killed with a smile, not with anger. Let's kill the weight of the soul! I learned to walk. I've been running myself ever since. I learned to fly. Since then, I no longer need to be pushed to move.
I'm light now, I'm flying. I see myself below me. Now a god dances inside me.
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