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Riddle of kindness.
| Riddle. Retreatin' from sun beam, that' ve pierced through my ages of skin, retrievin' the blood from wounds of one who anymore doesn' t breath... Retryin' the fresh of the flesh of the corpses that are lying, ain' t livin no more'... Recyclin' up to the heaven of miracles theatre -life' s war... Aren' t you tired? To grab and run, gasp with jump to the trench gifted with fire... Isn' t it sickness that won' t ever retire? Your will to the life, which someone will shoot right to the temple, red liquid, which one? Costing of nothing... You' re sparing your life, covered with the moonlight shower, meanwhile house o' mine, billions of 'em are messed in the fire. Yeah! We all are nothing... Seeds eaten entirely by the God' s seeking, as if it were only my dreamin'... Answer is kindness. Meanless desire. | |
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