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Prepare for my words of wisedom now!

Prepare for my words of fury now!

My life is just like siphon

A debasing dung

I live to outlast my thought

Which says it’s a barbed wire

Of my prison

Like diamonds are all my blasphemies!

I feel like I’m in a cage

See the cards on my soul

It’s just behind (me), behind the gate

The sign of my existence

This is the wire of my thinking

Can’t do it now...

Sadness, conflagration acompany me for years

I stand on the edge and look, and there...

and there...

AND THERE...

Infinity of suffernig

Suffernig of the victims

The thruth...

I know nothing of the suffering

I know nothing of the victims

Nothing of the thruth

On the thread of the creation

Standing there for years,

Oh yes, long are my years

(I already think as a bush)

I still tame, and when it comes to me

To cut the bale of my memory

And I’m still gonna last