sunnuntai 24. elokuuta 2014
Rice grain
It will plant one grain of rice,
I expect it to germinate well.
That said, my mentor, he,
and composed of one new tune.
So me wrapped in the snares of the
philosophy, and I took the
its secular utopia doctrine.
We were the disciples of life,
I as well as he.
Inside of a bright ring
the wonderful song of life.
I guess witch angels
reject both fetuses.
I write stories, and supervision of nights.
Here you will keep us busy,
the writer to sharpen his sword;
and strikes again ills.
They are within the these wonders
increase the philosophy grain of rice.
Familiar with longing, pain, and
banging his head on the wall.
Passing on where the barriers
are the highest, always
towards the dead-end road.
Sunday is a moment of rest,
and dispose of it will not be too hard.
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