Iam inlove,
Iam inlove with writing,
I think on and on,
My Writing is for living the Life of Great Strength,
I saw that shelter,
Where I see Greatness of that Inner Beauty,
In this life.
There is the Bard that Compose a Rope to Overman,
Maybe death and sin is a Conspiracy,
Maybe my Understanding is failing me,
In that I think Iam inlove,
But it is all Lust and Ignorance,
Understanding is the Real life toward's LOVE.
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