who want me to melt
My sharp swords
Turning it blunt
In pwerless humanity
My sanity is trapped
Garlands of humiliations
Embrace me tight
My own thirstying for my blood
Neighbours searching clues
Traces of doubts
The unfortunate stand aside
Without any present or past
No future holds dreams or hopes
But secure me
Place me somewhere
Distant strange land
Nurture me save me
From the strength of
The cunning of my known
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