I'am the future
the last gift of nature
for my opinion
has no companion
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Oh! If i was to speak
what would my voice be?
A stuttering sound, entwined with deafness?
Clear words deviod of meaning?
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They won't be fishing in scanty pond,
making it, 'a do or die bond'
if this greasy lands, was a mere mound.
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Since i inherit the glossary
of your past memories
i am the centre of the sun.
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Sovereign God of mortals
delights in some devine portals
the sculptors hands-bane
stalk through joyful-wane
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Bear the scars and all its pains
not yet for all, but still for it gain
for risk are made to be taken
as bliss comes suprisingly as a token
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The lord has saved the grumblings
from delapitated soul of these heads
a debris from fallen order
the gong are all over the places
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The bile of misfortune broke and diffuses away
his indulgent mind beckoned him to bay
where for sure, he thought to seek solace
a journey not too far from his place
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Does the baker bake broken bottles?
Tell her, that they are much splinters,
the glazier's resin can't hold.
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Since the floods of tears surges
and the heart of memories burps
the soul followed freely
a harbinger of my fated self
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