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2005-04-05 | |
Are This Things Bound for Me??!!
I was A hater, with so much anger,
not even to give even a single blink,
upon the truth, that suppresses affection.
I perceive all the glorious harmonies,
as just as simple gratitude.
I don't wanna make such sincere appointment,
just wanna be a hermit without the feeling
but with all the glory I will open up.
Until the glorious day plagued,
The most cursed thing I despised,
is to fell into to chant,
of a professional but hidden Jester.
the chanting was mesmerizing,
like a lullaby on the middle of the night.
The notes were solemn that you can't imagine.
but to communicate through negative is what i despises.
Until the lonely shaman has reached upon,
like a herald so quiet and holy.
the looks was so amazing and so as the motions,
that you would have to think that it is Saint.
But with all the lame experiences I made it through,
to be with the person even if it is not for bound,
but until felt that being confused is to suffer,
like being alone that you thought you've reached the Nirvana.
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