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Flo-Ridah
Vi kör stafettöversättning åt honom då.
Vill tillägga att grammatiken är undermålig utav bara helvete, vilket försvårade processen. Tror det blev en blandning av korrektur och "direkt" översättning. Alltså, en ursprungligen god text hade kunnat översättas enkelt, utan behov av korrigering/tillägg, o s v..
Om man hade tid (och ork) så skulle man ha kunnat
skriva om texten, så den framstår som mer... ja, logisk eller åtminstone rimlig? Nåja.
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If it was meant (to be) or not, that this part of myself remained, is something that I cannot answer. Regardless (of) which, I see my chance as (the) first human (being) ever, being able to tell/reveal the answer to the everlasting question that has eluded us since the first consciousness learned of its (own) existence.
I'm going to be completely honest, and my intent is neither to beautify nor to horrify. You won't be meeting/meet a higher power. There are no gods, no afterlife, no paradise and no hell. Death is permanent and everlasting.
When your day has come, when your anxiety of death/mortal fear makes you shake/shiver, when the fear and panic holds you/embraces you, when the demons laugh in your face - let them (do it), they still won't win.
When you're finally forced to give upp - that's when it happens.
You will be blinded by a light, a pulsating force of warmth, insight, peace, unconditional love and total mercy/grace beyond your wildes fantasy.
All disappointment, injustice, all sorrow, all wounds and all holes will be filled by this pulse. All (everything that) you never had here, you will get/receive. We become (a) part of everything. A part of the ocean, the trees and the stars and the universe. We only have each other/nothing but each other, we are one. And everyone/everybody is extremely precious/(of value).
My decadence and my suffering may be over, but there is nothing, absolutely nothing I wouldn't do that would make me return.
I miss the scent/smell of spring(time), when the pebbles/gravels remain. I miss the relief that ensues when the anxiety has settled. I miss the feeling of the wind that "pulls" (suck) through the hair. I miss the music, my friends, my family and my memories. I miss the feeling/sensation of skin against skin.
Life doesn't end with suffering.
You don't have to be afraid anymore/any longer.
My soul is not to be found
safely swayed/cradled to peace
in the endless river of time.
Kan också tillägga att det var jag som rapporterade tråden...