Why are tears possessions?
Under the sea of tears is a golden item,
Close this treasure chest.
My crying is crying of the whole,
Author of the wastes is writing,
With tears in his eyes.
I song, you lyric, wounding the men
On no-man's land, with laughter and
Words final and sleepy.
The trench is a disaster, of fears
And torture so twisted
By the hellish whorls of a plant.
My song of the wars investigates
To discover the undermining of Satan.
His purpose is small, smaller than us,
His goal is of an egg too golden
And clean, my game is fulfilling
Itself.
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