word!

Slowly I smolder away

With the last part of the hidden moon

My second nature is more vivid

The fire ball of my heart

Demolishes religions of their heritage

Crashes walls, brakes through the tides

Just to tell the truth

 

Yes, we will all die

So it’s better not to regret anything

And not to cause more pain than required

Just to pass each other with grace

With passion for every single human being

I wish I could stop crying over my own faith though…

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