When a moon rises in an empty pocket
The eyes would not read well.
The blooming of a flower is its beauty,
The pitiful one withers.
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The naked soil bakes the feet
Of what burns the earth is greater than the scorching sun
Of what saddens a boy is much greater than futility
Of what makes him grow strong is not life; but the will to die anon.
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The naked sky is a dirt
To an angry hungry little boy
Who basks under the heat of torments,
He swallows a fog and become forgotten in a book .
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Hell takes more than a beating
An idle man's mind is a devil's workshop.
Nothing is as dark as sadness,
Nothing is as tormenting as misery.
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It falls in torrents
A running mouth of tragedy.
I bleed, such thing never exists;
Is this a new way to say a prayer?
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I do n't know why my hands were apart from my dreams
I do n't know how to bury them when i see them
I see myself as a floating boat
I see myself drowning soon.
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"My ear is a gossiper"
Is it until i mourn
That I understand the beatings of wars?
Is it until i walk
That i hear the uproar of disaster?
Is it until my heart breaks
That my nerves longs for wrath?
For an heaven's wrath descends at a flick of a finger unto the punished.
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I see no rising of the sun now
And my sins are shooting against me
Like a jinxed falling stars from the sky.
I see no rising of the sun now
Because, I never sinned.
But why am I getting the whiffs of life?
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