Naive may I be...
In this world of monstrosity...
sacrificial of the truth...
to end the uncertainty....
the memory of togetherness....
why oh why...
can I get rid of the thought..
and pressure in the satan world..
shall I leave this body only it gone?
oh, I really know what I'm fighting for...
and izzit worth dying for...
why Am I still thinking of it... the impermanent....
dear creator...I'm just a tool after all...
I'm just a fool... and I'm doing my out most best to raise up.... and up... till I reach the sky...
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