By a rope
I am winded round
It is invisible
You cannot help me
A knife is nearby me
The hand does not stretch
The bond is hard
To cut down the rope
As usual as you
Freedom and pleasure represent
I should play a role
It is a punishment
The world sits on the pain and suffering
I am an ant in it
I see, therefore I think and realize
Composition-four great elements
Hope and desire as a fifth
I am deceived by the reflection
I know, therefore I suffer
I fight myself against the 'I'
As usual as you
It seems free and happy
My face is a great deceiver
On the visible theatre
The rope of viral
In my mind winds round
I have begun to cut down
The origin of desire and pain
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