Nostradamus suffered much from people's wrath,
And he pulled his visions to the fore,
Had he known then, that just two steps back
Hides the world where future is no more.
World like phantom hall's mist,
Learn to cease to exist.
Here, inhaling quiet of the cold,
Like a snake of time, sleeps other world,
Someone here, with leisurely hand, won't
Let you put mean letters into words.
World like phantom hall's mist,
Learn to cease to exist.