People come and turn them to foolish sinns.
That dismantle chances to our dreams.
And what is life without a dream?
Just a dustbin.
I mean...
We can lose everything.
We can love or we can HATE,
in the end we will lose the faith.
You feel sorry and cry please.
Your eyes are sudden two big seas.
But then...
Bodies become machines,
feeling nothing.
Only waiting
for amen
or daemon...
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