Lonely here, lonely how lonely all I feel
Like the pen taken from oeuvres hill
Like the sword from the viking’s bill,
Struggling alone, fighting alone yet standing still,
Thinking death is better living heaven,
Standing with mortal, dearing devil.
Shall loving be a curse
Prepared for the accursed,
Mindfully bestowed for their cause,
Shall the mind be freely free,
Like the prisoners from the galaxy’s pit
As the area in prosperos dream?
Let the thinking seize and the mind be free…
Let the loving seize and the heart be free…
Soto voto, heart panto
Shall I choose the way to go,
Twill be when the grass is still green
When the sight is still deem
Or why is Jacob rejected…
And cainite sacrifice accepted.
Loving them like monarch,
Avenging back like the ‘nazer.
Selfsophobia incurred by their tinted devices,
Loving no more, hating non…..
Heart having its reason,
Reason itself knows nothing of.
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