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martyr
טיפה חומר למחשבה
This fictional life that was made by some good
Of which we manifest
Some ominous creature channels our pass
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Greener mountains
Flourish trees
Endless rivers
Stained with grief
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Disfigured patterns of minds
Adapt yourself to the cometh
Of the newborn truth
As hard as it may be
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And out of black grows in white
To reshape and deformed
What once was light
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From black to color
Interaction with matter
Both ends become one
An endless orbit has begun
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Her eyes watch the surroundings
Yet recognized none
Corrupted souls walk this earthly realm
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Mother! Without a son
Father! Without an heir
Buried there hope six feet under
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And I hide no flaw...
As I watch my reflection drown in yet another
Melancholic Friday Sea
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A concealed emotional trap
Luring the mind,
Calling the body
Poisoning the hands
With a fictional touch
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"...a man can be responsible for only three things
What he does
How he acts
And what he thinks
All the rest are basics and egotistical actions, which
propelled
By no good reason."
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No knowledge will be acquired
Of no logic pattern thoughts
As men self made god
Deliver none
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Hymns of war
Fill the silence gaps
Between one cry to anther
Why should a child grow without a father?
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How could one own a life?
If its not build to last?
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הידעתם שאלאדין
הוא עיראקי?
תחשבו על זה |
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