Ethereal Eye
Toward the sky
Seeing all there was but
Not what can become
Real
A blind God
Did he not see?
We are just puppets
We cut our strings and
Fall
Love is a diseased joke
And yet I feel like I need
To catch this sickness
To understand this riddle
Life is Chaos
Hold me still my love
Take me back to Grace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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