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The Wind Blows Hard In His Face

Around Him Infinit Distant Territory

The Sun Aggrevates Seeing

Every Minute Seems Like Hours

 He hasn´t Control About His Body

Step By Step Without End

Only The Sun Moves East To West

Anything Else Seems To Stay

Suddenly He Think To See It

 His Mouth Is Draind

The Legs Are Faint

Thinking Hurts

His Body Is Breaking Down

 The Eyes Are Seeing Black

There Is Nothing



 No one is god

there is an alternative

for everything and everyone

look for it

instead of beeing depend on