Martin Holm Sjölin Poems

My soul is for sell, but who would want to buy it?
My soul is for sell, but nobody will pay for it.
My soul is for sell, but the devil turned me down.
My soul is for sell, and the fallen one is laughing.
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Fever is a bad omen, it has to be.
If I have a fever when I see her
Maybe there's something wrong.
Or maybe it's not a fever,
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I wanted her to cry a little over me.
But she just stood there, screaming her lungs out.
I wanted her to say a lie to me.
A lie that would have made it better.
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I'm sitting here and I begin to think.
Why is life so goddamn complicated?
I cannot understand why.
And when I think about it some more.
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We don't want to belong
If this world is about selling and buying.
Then we will revolt and get ourself a new world.
Were economy is something that doesn't destroy human life.
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The wind carries away the dust,
and there is nothing more to see.

Once so proud, but now nothing more,
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The dancers dance their steps,
The singers sing their song,
And the musicians play their music.
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As the world dawns from the history of war.
A terrible curse has occurred.
A project of Manhattan, with the greatest minds.
And with a message of salvation.
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I can remember it clear as if it was yesterday
The first time i saw you
My heart must have been beating so loud,
That i thought you would actually hear it.
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It feels like I'm going insane.
Yesterday the sky was blue and clear.
But today it's full of clouds and rain.
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