Промолчи, и Сатана восторжествует.
Forward and backward

Straight and across

A pleasure, a bad mood

Satan, the cross



Growing and slowing

Decrease and increase

Creating and blowing

Above, underneath



Scarring and healing

Away, nearby

Stone heart, a feeling

December, July



Smashing and building

The sky and the sea

Curing and bleeding

My identity, me