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Selasa, 11 Februari 2014

A Man of The Oblivion

A Man of The Oblivion

Earth spinning under sway arm as we walk,
A man lay beside thy fire,
As the property burn his feet under the rain.
The rain is by nature, and the property was where he stand.
By the land is not where he stand, a wings shall be his only expectation;
Send him a bird for ride, show him thy bread;
May the wings became a flame, may the gale vanish his faded time.

As his vanity whisper for eden,as his unborn sin frightened by thy inferno;
By dying is a man rely on, drum and brink are endlessly his terror;

Merely life has it is end (but it is has not), he shall numbered his day.

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