My Master, you sent me to this earth,
Kindly make me a lamp; to fill dearth,
Or make me, a magical humanity reed,
How one can go astray? I must lead
Childish mirth with gun and the knife!
What kind of this life? This is the life!
All play the red; funeral- funeral game
For power of lust and for enjoying fame
My Master, you sent me to this earth,
Kindly make me a lamp; to fill dearth,
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