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I am the only one who's not sinning / yet the flesh unaware, goes on decaying

Nights and days hang on time / but death hides and casts his eyes on lives

 

 

 

 Time

Removed from all covers under the sun

this book moves towards darkness

time always, the victim

 

I am the only one who's not sinning

yet the flesh unaware, goes on decaying

in steady working blackout

 

Killing one man is equal

to killing all man

the seasons behave differently

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Freedom

My soul seeks

the soul of souls

 

He knows the nights

that follow the days

 

Nights and days hang on time

but death hides and casts his eyes on lives

 

Death and living make me believe

that freedom is rhetorical

like so many other things

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