If hope has been buried
in the ruins of desire
is it appropriate to demand on debts of promises
or let you to repeat cheap seditions
the cheater,
I lost again
your words rapidly interchange
your sweet speech, became uncured toxic
I want to go far away from here
to foreign unknown region
recognize by no one
and bring my remorse that can't be washed by tears
err in believing the cheap sedition
of the cheater
Let anguish become stone
burdens on my back
I was able to bear all the remarks and human insults
I get along, I'm tired of the run
I want to stop running
and collect back the rest of humanity scorched by you,
together with whatever remains in me
and find my lost self
hugging the shady tree
for shelter under His shade, again
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