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Please, let this be false
Nausious soundscapes
Nodding my head
In silent prayers
Cling on to god
A trembling furnace
Thoughts melting it
The Cyanide was me
Please, Bloodflows of mercy
I beg of you
on my knees
A day I would rather leave undecided
Bandaids still sticking, rip them off
Goldshower raffle lottery
Goldshower raffle lottery
I'll leave my life in your hands
I'll leave myself in your hands
The outcome, will be yours
I'm on my knees, in your hands
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
agreed.. best left in god's hand.. he can do all.