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￭ My life. Mother of mine
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2006-11-06 | |
The lord of dark, the lord of sight,
is now too blind and very tight.
He is so sad ‚Äď this is his fate,
and looks so bad at Eden‚Äôs gate.
He walks around the empty park,
his eyes reflect an lightly dark;
he wants to find the way to death,
but he is worried for his health.
‚Äúthe world is full of me‚ÄĚ ‚Äď he said.
‚Äúthe people think that I am mad.
Where is the Time, where is the Space?
I want to die with them in race.‚ÄĚ
He walks around only three days;
he feels so lonely and betrays,
his body and his ugly fate ‚Ä¶
he wants that God to be his mate.
And after other four days long,
he died so happy and so strong ‚Ä¶
he found true God and his God‚Äôs world.
The Space and Time are now so old.‚ÄĚ
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