Your loneliness is actually
Killing us
Softly like a song
Like a poison
Silently spreading in our
Veins through your
Bad blood
We do not owe you a thing
and So we have to avoid you
You are perhaps
Our bad karma
Do not blame us then
When we finally decide to erase you
Like an error
We must delet you
Like a dirty rug we have to throw you away
We are home now
Away from you.
Nevertheless we wish you all the Luck
The bad one
Nevertheless we shall always pray
That you may have
A very happy
Death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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