Bad Luck

Rating: 5.0

It was a wonderful time
The book had fallen into the mud
Tears welled up in the dirty eyes of the shining words
But I was not conscious
There was another world in my eyes
To wish for new scenes
I'm cut off from my view
Within the circle of new circles
I'm out of my circle
Reward, fear, despair
Hope, possibility, uncertainty
Divided into thousands of cells
Now, before the night falls, I want to return
No wonder that book is still there
No wonder you still see the path of death
Tears in the dirty eyes of the shining words
No wonder my words forgive me
Clear all the air, greed, and lust
It was a wonderful time
The book had fallen into the mud

Bad Luck
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