Leave the home to all its sin and hate, from the land in an unknown world where the sons of freedom make their home. Leave the earth to Satan and his slaves, Leave it to their future in their grave, make a home where hate is there, anger and ruction everytime.
Death is certain, it’s a way to emptiness. Deep, sultry, blank stares of the evening, desolate, silent, only the voice inside the soul screaming sickness
Designs and Concept : Vidi Nurhadi Ranadipura
Artworks : Vidi Nurhadi Ranadipura & Goorm
Photographer : Agrielmi Ilyas